Well thank gosh for caller I.D.
Sooner or later I know you’ll forget me
And I kindly will do the same.
So if we ever pass on the street
I’ll only hear the faded steps of your feet
But there won’t be anybody left to blame.
Better than finding me settling and alone
Having no happy place that I’ve never known
You’ll beat yourself up for being too late.
I’ll wring and hang my soul out to dry
And dance and laugh and force deep sighs
Dream a world where love will translate.

Maybe I had something good in my hand
Wonder years from now where will we land
Because you won’t catch me around anymore.
The love I believed in was just a phase
I built it up with pieces left from bygone days
Now I forget what these objects were for.
It will fade away like that bite mark you had
And that time when you thought I was mad
It never really mattered at all.
There are jealous things you shouldn’t say
But you threw them to me anyway
They made me laugh, yet I felt so small.

But you always come back to haunt me
Always coming back to haunt me
Like the lost ticket of a winning lottery
A winning lottery.

Og. 2/2005