Text: Throwing Muses. Pools In Eyes.

I called you, I told you
I guess I always wanted you
Is that stupid?
I'm so untrue and that's too bad
I can't stand

I found a little squirrel
A little dead, a little head, a little fist
Why did I think of you?
I've always wondered what he said
And what he meant and that's too bad

You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see squirrels

You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see squirrels, swirls
In your poison

I'm here again, I'm alone again
I'm talking again and wanting
I saw the gimp girl today
She's walking in between you
She walks circles, spins around you
She lives on looks
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no, oh, oh

Where are your legs?
Where are your legs?
I'll always wonder what she meant and
That's too bad

He's a statue and she is broken
She's so broken again
He's a statue, they say she broke him
She's so broken all out again

You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see pools in eyes
You can't see me in your poison

I thought this hardness was a shell
It's a hard, hard, hard core