Oh it was dark then,
but I could finally see what you meant,
through closed lips and silent words,
you said and I heard,
finally,

I didn't want to, you see?
But I knew all along.
That pretty thing you can't afford,
That dream you think is too big,
That task, that hill, that day
you don't want to look in the face;
you think it can't be yours,
but you keep sellin yourself everytime,
your own personal salesman.
and youre a sucker everytime,
you dont even want the discount,
or help out,

but put me on the mailing list for future offers,
where i can spend too much and get too little.
remind me again what i shouldn't do and i will do it promptly.

because this thing I want, that don't really want me,
is eating me alive
simply cuz it's out of reach