Margaret - Swearin'

I never feel small

I don’t feel any way at all

My reflection’s an apparition

Of her picture on your nightstand

Laying in your bedroom

Your relics surround me

Margaret and I will never be friendly now

Margaret and I will never be friends

You and I exist

Like spoiled suburban kids making up a Christmas list

The possibilities are endless

Just laughter in the corner

Of some archetypal diner

The kind that makes everybody else feel like such a bother

The bind that just engulfs the two of us in one another

The bind that engulfs Margaret into disaffecting wonder

Compare your sin

It’s kind of an obsession

I fixate on what happened in the end

And what makes it worse

Is in an alternate universe

She and I would probably be friends

I wish we could be

Hey now i’m knocked out

My reaction unbecoming

I just run my mouth

Spare no details, spare no feelings

But if you and I are sacredly connected to each other

Does that necessitate some kind of enlightenment on my part

Will I never grow out of all my typical behavior

And let Margaret just accept you were not the only one

Compare your sin

It’s kind of an obsession

I fixate on what happened in the end

And what makes it worse

Is in an alternate universe

She and I would probably be friends

I wish we could be