How can he become the psychic
I'm a fool
That she longs to be to understand you
She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps
How can he become the psychic
A love lorn serenade, a trade
That she longs to be to understand you
How can she become the psychic
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled
He greets the stranger meekly, a thing that she accepts
And so she stands and waits, stands anticipating your thoughts
He brushes thoroughly
I hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at beck and call
She will not buy Nestle
He senses she is lonely, she's glad they finally met
He know she likes fresh breath
Help her to acknowledge the pain that you are in
She senses you are lonely but still she can't be sure
I'm a fool
I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed
So give her information to help her fill the holes
He rushes to the station
How can she become the psychic
He waits atop the steps
Now my inner dialog is heaving with detest
That he longs to be to understand you
Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin
That he longs to be to understand you
He's brought with him a Mars bar
They take each other's hands, walk into the sunset
I'm failing and placating, I berate myself for staying
And later he'll perform
