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Waiting for the super buzz, the second dose, the inspiration,
but something strange is going on.
Im in the middle of another stupid conversation.
I cant believe so many days have gone by since I tried to talk to you,
but something strange is going on.
Ive got both sides of it and Im waiting for the other one to come.
(wheres the messenger?)
Youre too late, great,
What am I supposed to say?
That hes done something wrong, and hes gonna have to pay.
Late, great,
What am I supposed to say?
That he begs to be beside you?
Off and running.
Its stunning, youre caught off guard.
You feel forgotten, afraid of, in the dark.
This fixer uppers not my idea of what you should be after,
not much laughter when youre penciled in.
Sometimes the sun isnt bright enough in your apartment, the sun.
You have to lean towards the lamp, to get anything done.
But youre too late, great,
What am I supposed to say?
That hes done something wrong, and hes gonna have to pay.
Late, great,
What am I supposed to say?
That he begs to be beside you.