you can't get through it 
you can't get over it 
you can't get around 
 
just like in a dream 
you'll open your mouth to scream 
and you won't make a sound 
 
you can't believe your eyes 
you can't believe your ears 
you can't believe your friends 
you can't believe you're here 
 
and you're not gonna get through it 
so you are going down 
 
i put a cup out on the window sill 
to catch the water as it fell 
now i got a glass half full of rain 
to measure the time between 
when you said you'd come 
and when you actually came 
 
little mister limp dick 
is up to his old tricks 
and thought he'd call me 
one last time 
but i'm just about done 
with the oh-woe-is-me shit 
and i want everything back 
that's mine