and it creeps down my chin
for the heart and the hair
that swirls itself around the bare
and i sing and i laugh and i laugh
that it hardens and turns into stone
and the earth doesn't spin
and the stars stare down with sad clown faces
so i run and i run and i run and i run
but i've nowhere to go except into the sun
and i weep for the loss and the loss weeps for me
then it whacks me straight into my stomach at night
it's a hard blow to take with all of its might
then it runs out the door as if on two feet
and i stand there and wonder when will i be free
then i realized i held it
it had to hurt me to finally be gone
'cus i made the mistake of dragging it on
and i wonder what kind of person am i
who weeps for a loss but can't tell it goodbye