Handfulls of sleeping pills washed down with a bottle of wine
Couldn’t stop my mind, couldn’t hold my attention
From Noticing the cracks, the holes in my logic
And the permanence of the things that I have done
I notice as I’m riding on a subway late at night
In the flickering light, that I have always loved
imaginary princesses – it’s a simple, brutal truth
That while riding high, I am Don Quixote
I am a bull in a china shop while stick-limbed, skinny, frail
I destroy all the pretty things while my body wastes away
And for my crimes they packed me up and shipped my soul away
So my fragile arms couldn’t cause you any harm or any pain
A letter comes down from the sky she writes a lot of nothing
but I lose my mind and spend a whole week thinking
of all the things I never did – that last and final promise
that I couldn’t keep – couldn’t make it across the border
Every time I touch the phone the urge takes hold my fingers
And my words turn cruel, I’ll make her say she loves me
Forgetting at the other end a pair of trembling fingers
dials frantically – my imaginary girlfriend
I am a bull in a china shop while stick-limbed, skinny, frail
I destroy all the pretty things while my body wastes away
And for my crimes they packed me up and shipped my soul away
So my fragile arms couldn’t cause you any harm or any pain
So forgive me for the things I’ve done and all I never did
And I’ll try to do the same for you, I know you’re just a kid