Lyrics
I never feel small
I don't feel any way at all
My reflection's an apparition
Of her picture on your nightstand
Laying in your bedroom
Your relics surround me
Margaret and I will never be friendly now
Margaret and I will never be friends
You and I exist
Like spoiled suburban kids making up a Christmas list
The possibilities are endless
Just laughter in the corner
Of some archetypal diner
The kind that makes everybody else feel like such a bother
The bind that just engulfs the two of us in one another
The bind that engulfs Margaret into disaffecting wonder
Compare your sin
It's kind of an obsession
I fixate on what happened in the end
And what makes it worse
Is in an alternate universe
She and I would probably be friends
I wish we could be
Hey now i'm knocked out
My reaction unbecoming
I just run my mouth
Spare no details, spare no feelings
But if you and I are sacredly connected to each other
Does that necessitate some kind of enlightenment on my part
Will I never grow out of all my typical behavior
And let Margaret just accept you were not the only one
Compare your sin
It's kind of an obsession
I fixate on what happened in the end
And what makes it worse
Is in an alternate universe
She and I would probably be friends
I wish we could be
