Silvia brings to mind the time I'd choose to buy my place
Smiles an ankward smile and sadly rubs in my face
She says not one more word about our fighting long ago
She lets the ankward smile remind me that she told me so

Together we can fill the blanks of our lives growing meaningless
There's fewer words to tell of love and fewer viewpoints to discuss
Junk lines up in boxes in the hall and awaits the big move
I myself could use a sense of fresh air and a change of mood

But, hey, it's me we're talking about here
I don't change that much
I need constant pricking, some beating, some kicking
To feel my life as such
And hey, it's us (or maybe not, it's you and me)
We don't change do we?
We need constant pricking, mutual beating and kicking
To be happy

I can't shake the fear for love when I hear the word "endless"
It's hearing death's bell toll, it isn't true, it is the end of this
We'll last what we'll last and I may grow old, but I'm repent-less
I'll be good and I'll be bad, but I'll be damned if I play this

Silvia waits outside, I have to talk to someone briefly
I need someone's help, I'm new to this, this is new to me
There's no doubt in my mind about the path I shouldn' lead
But it takes some time to figure our what is it that one truly needs

Sure, things are serious when it gets strange to love your mother
Once now and for all, I don't mean to find in you another
You're yourself and I'm for you and you for me a lover
You'll be fine with her, you know, she's been friends with all the others
The boxes line up in the hallway
But that doesn't change me much
I'm as childish as I'll be, as scruffy and happy
To have my life as such
Silivia smiles with motherly kindnes
She's oblivious
The the mess in the hallway and the mess that I've always
Brought down on us