Look at me,
look at me,
I know you're upset and I know it's for reasons you'd wanna forget.
But look at me,
look at me,
you're five steps behind and when you're
acting like this I go out of my mind.
And as we walk these darkened streets,
I see only the eyes a stranger would make.
But damn it, what am I supposed to do?
Nothing I say seems to get through to you.
Talk to me,
talk to me,
show me a sign you're not drowning in circles.
Throw me a line and as I stop to reach for your hand,
I fear this silence will never end.
So we go to this club and the music's
too loud and I stumble to the bar.
You get lost in the crowd and my thirst isn't quenched,
though I drink too much beer.
Hey,
you're out there somewhere,
I'll stay over here.
The anger is raging like hell through my head.
You're talking to some guy, I wish I were dead.
And he's standing near you,
far too close I'm certain.
He's getting off with you and you don't look like you're hurting.
And I don't feel at ease and the
music's too loud and there's fable ends.
And I just want to get out but I can't reach you.
You don't look for me if I can't talk to you there.
Oh,
I am saved,
so I smoke another cigarette and I drink
another beer and I can't bear to sight.
I pretend I'm not here and I fall to the floor.
Someone's pushing me aside and I get up again.
Now, but what can I say?
You're leaning over head to head.
I can't believe you didn't hear what it said.