I haven't done it yet
It hasn't happened yet
It's still in my head
It's still in my head

I haven't done it yet
It hasn't happened yet
It's still in my head
It's still in my head

I need my eyes
I need my limbs
My thoughts are mine
My thoughts are mine

My brain is a television
My eyes are a computer screen
My hand is a cell-phone beep
The spirit is far from me
The spirit is far from me

Patience is my prayer
Violent are my thoughts
Cunning are my hands
Cunning are my hands

Patience is my prayer
Violent are my thoughts
Cunning are my hands
Cunning are my hands

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

You and I
forget
that we
are friends

You and I forget that we are friends

I don't wanna make this end
I don't wanna make this end

I don't wanna make this end
I don't wanna make this end

I want to be forgiving like a mattress
When you stumble and fall, fall into me
When you stand up tall, stand on me
I wanna be the cushion, beneath your bouncing feet

I am your child, the brother you pick on
I am the mosquito you crushed on your thigh
The chair that you sit on

I am the waiter at a fancy restaurant that spit into your chowder
I am the police officer that pushed you up against the counter
and grabbed you crying, kicking, and screaming,
because you don't know when to quit

I am the friend you laugh about to her face
I am the alcohol that same friend tastes
When she spends the night vomiting where someone else has sat
With no one to hold her hair

You and I forget that we are friends
You and I forget that we are friends
You and I forget that we