Mostly Unwell

I've been coming and going, but mostly going.
And have you found someone else to treat you unwell?
What can I expect, laying so close to the gound, yet hoping to be found?
Hah!

Well, fuck the stars!
(Now, here's Jim with the weather..)

I can't handle the empty spaces, the darkened rooms, and akward talks.
Could you hang around forever? Or just give me one night (but you know I'll just want more)
Do beautiful people have beautiful dreams?

(Now, here's what's gone with the weather..)

Art is too beautiful to capture life,
life too strange to express.
I've been looking for someone who feels the same,
I've found a few who seemed it, but only one who was for real.

A thousand smiles in harmony, more time for me to waste.