You take your morning coffee with extra sugar and cream,
You're tricking your mind with the sweetness it seems.
You pick up the paper to pick out the ghosts,
Only simple little stories you need the most.

Because you cut out the headlines so they read your way,
Re-arrange the letters, make the stories okay.
Surreality is your cardinal sin,
If you can't handle the word outside, how do you live within?

You always wear a smile to convince yourself you're happy,
When now that it's all over, you're not adapting.
You'll paint a rainbow so they'll never see the clouds,
Tell her that you love her when you don't mean it now.

Because you cut out the headlines so they read your way,
Re-arrange the letters, make the stories okay.
Surreality is your cardinal sin,
If you can't handle the word outside, how do you live within?

Hope she's in the audience when your music's in pain,
After the first time it can never be the same.
Wear your yellow t-shirt when it starts to rain,
Hoping somewhere out there that I'm thinking your name.

Because you cut out the headlines so they read your way,
Re-arrange the letters, make the stories okay.
Surreality is your cardinal sin,
If you can't handle the word outside, how do you live within?


For Angela.