Please don't describe the way it feels to you
The way it feels
In other words
In other words

The human race it wishes to relate
Its thoughts and rhymes
To other worlds
In other words

Some things we push away, the thoughts of you
Without me
They seem to stay
And play with me

And when I listen to someone else
It makes me think
That I can kill myself
And somehow save myself

I'll catch you next time that I fall
If you promise that you'll call again
I'll call you back again

And no one's home
Because you left
You left them on

It feels good to know that someone's out of mind
Out of time
Only to think of you

And when I listen to someone else
It makes me feel like I should kill myself
And maybe save myself

And when I listen to myself
I think that everyone else should kill themselves
And maybe, save themselves

Please don't describe the way it feels to you
The way it feels
In other words
In other words

The human race it wishes to relate
Its thoughts and rhymes
To other worlds
In other words

Some things we push away, the thoughts of you
Without me
They seem to stay
And play with me

And when I listen to someone else
It makes me think
That I can kill myself
And somehow save myself