Indexing

Crowded lines abstract on severed pages
Will to change the script we call our lives
Chorus:
Cry for mom lying on your sofa
Rented dreams without a care
You can speak without the notion
While your shrink becomes aware
In a space we give up to surrender
Tearing trust on top of which we stand
*Chorus
It's an illusion we impart
Full of confusion from the start
I don't love you
I don't need you
I can't spend a day without you
I don't claim your indiscretion
Look away at my confession now
I need you now (x 4)