pat

pat

we need your brains back

pat

we need your fire and your imagination

pat

we know you fucked up

but we don't care you fucked up

everybody's fucked up

thought i heard your voice the other night

and sure enough

it came from you

thought i'd be surprised that you weren't dead

but all i was was glad

just sitting by your bed

and talking to your head

and hearing what you said

as if you'd never left

can't you see yourself yet

can't you see through our eyes?

can't you see the truth?

nothing's worse than ever

falling in a dream's where

we can see each other

saw you the other night

have to say something wasn't right

of course

but i didn't mind

'cause seeing you being all alive

just walking in the room made me so relieved

like everything was fine and you had never died

or second-guessed your mind or gave up on our trust

thought you'd gone too far for us to take you back

but distances like that

pat

don't exist in fact