Antelope

Take the good out of my wrist again Please take it home Sunday mourning with an antelope Singing through the phone I really thought It'd be better than this But time sleeps around Relive my metamorphosis What am I now? Well if I'm crazy well then how would I know? I'm half as old as I am blind And if you touch me I'll be petrified You don't need me, I don't need you People are strange cause people are strangers And the good ones look better alone They get stranger when they're made of paper And the water burns holes through them all I've been thinking that I should've tried Put a piece of paper on my neck When will I remember I can fly Outside, inside People are strange cause people are strangers And the good ones look better alone They get stranger when they're made of paper And the water burns holes through them all