If this is all part of some plan If this is all part of some game If this is some self affirming notion If this is all exactly what i think it is Our phobias are the only conversation I dont want to say anything right now Smoke gets in your eyes And loose hairs fall into a glass of water without ice It's giving you a stomachache Which comes as no surprise when you say that your head is throbbing Or how tired that you are Now loneliness has turned into a desperate thing I dont want to think about that now