When you're trapped inside your head
You lose contact with your friends
And I sympathise with half the things you do
It doesn't mean that I have to like you
And I watch you shrink
'cos there's less to life
Than you or I
Could ever think
And I want you to know
There's a part of me
That always seems
To come and go
When you want it to
When the niceties begin
Your conversation ends
Like a loosely fitting bulb
Flickering, when you lose your voice again
And too enchained
To the ways that you behave
To find a way to change
And I watch you shrink
'cos there's less to life
Than you or I
Could ever think
And I want you to know
There's a part of me
That always seems
To come and go
Prepare yourself for conversation
There never seems to be a destination
Changing lanes can only get you so far
Prepare yourself for condescension
There never seems to be an intervention
Changing lanes can only get you so far
But did you want it to?