She's a melody maker Swatting the flies as a bide my time Cool and a shaker She sits in the silver chair as it shines How would it feel to touch slowly as we pass? Would I stand or collapse? She's a harmony taker I am stoic but can't last because I'm a faker Why do I always find myself there with a stutter When I'm staring at you through the candy coated glass? Why do I always find myself down in the gutter When I'm following you? You're like a rubber ball bouncing away from me Sitting under the table In a room that is lit up neon signs Told I'm unstable So how do I find my way to her mind? How would it feel to take all these colored pills? Would we laugh or collapse? I'm a negative number All alone and so detached Because I'm a fever I saw a man named Jesus He told me to turn around and not believe this But I fear the this and that I think I'm better off here with a heart attack Why do I always find myself there with a stutter When I'm staring at you through the candy coated glass? Why do I always find myself down in the gutter When I'm following you? You're like a rubber ball bouncing away from me