i'm having problems
in the basement
and my hair has gotten to be
far too heavy for me to carry
(like an ego or a death)

nothing feels the same alone
my emotions tangle up like teenage limbs
all with a common note of sadness
like the noises you make when realization hits
(things will never be the same)

it began to rain and you dragged me away
from underneath the shelter of doubt
and suddenly I wasn't so sure you lied
things have progressed exponentially
(i'm afraid, but my clown face is painted sad today)