These Are The Thoughts These are the thoughts that go through my head In my backyard on a sunday afternoon When I have the house to myself and I am not Expending all that energy on fighting With my boyfriend Is he the one that I will marry And why is it so hard to be objective about Myself why do I feel cellularly alone Am I supposed to live in this crazy city Can blindly continued fear - induced regurtitated life - denying tradition Be overcome Where does the money go that I send To those in need, if we have so much why do some people have nothing Still why do I feel frantic when I first wake...

And leave your skin on the floor Don't you shy away Manifest a ceiling when you shy away Searching for that feeling Just like an "I love you" (ooh, ooh) That isn't words (ooh, ooh) Like a song he wrote, that's never heard When I get home Boy, you better not be there, you're long gone Shed your modesty Don't circle the track Just break the cycle in half And...