You Can't Get Through It

You Can't Get Over It

You Can't Get Around



Just Like In A Dream

You'll Open Your Mouth To Scream

And You Won't Make A Sound



You Can't Believe Your Eyes

You Can't Believe Your Ears

You Can't Believe Your Friends

You Can't Believe You're Here



And You're Not Gonna Get Through It

So You Are Going Down



I Put A Cup Out On The Window Sill

To Catch The Water As It Fell

Now I Got A Glass Half Full Of Rain

To Measure The Time Between

When You Said You'd Come

And When You Actually Come



Little Mister Limp Dick

Is Up To His Old Tricks

And Thought He'd Call Me

One Last Time

But I'm Just About Done

With The Oh-woe-is-me Shit

And I Want Everything Back

That's Mine