open the centerfold and behold
the creases you've come to know make up your soul
no-one understands but pretends to know
peering through the space between your arms
my story lacks in the facts
running the circles through
finding at the finish line
the let-down that sticks like you
slipping through my fingers gripping onto what is left of you
waiting for lessons learned
my story lacks in the facts
you know i need it all the time
you know i need it all the time
you know i need it all the time