We Like Sad Songs

Next to strangers or grudge filled friends Passing pepperment scented concerns Paratrooper swing these legs with rusty chains There isn't a day that goes by When I live to be fossilized Mindful absence Not much to your surprise I keep my distance through a telephone Because I still believe the fictional Whatever comes this way From hope to dismay We remain hysterical (Don't want to hurt you, don't want to be alone) Because I still believe the fictional (Can't turn back, can't turn back) Whatever future put at stake Acquainted with voices forcing down the pill I'd rather you forget me against our will Said to be fed up with dreamers of marmalade Nourished by thrill yet never stayed Occupied in their day being made Bewildered in waterfalls Can't recall the nights spent kneeling to lose it all Mindful absence Not much to your surprise I keep my distance through a telephone Because I still believe the fictional Whatever comes this way From hope to dismay We remain hysterical (Don't want to hurt you, don't want to be alone) Because I still believe the fictional (Can't turn back, can't turn back) Whatever future put at stake Acquainted with voices forcing down the pill I'd rather you forget me against our will