I will sit here, leeching life's love listlessly
I can see your patterns forming
i can see all of the visions and revisions that skitter across your brain
I can read you tapping into her heart's vast reserves of pain
because a filament has bound you, found you
two of you who've seen some light

A rhythmic pattern, a low-life trance
I guess I'm something of a never-win
never-seen, skated over
A pattern and a form that I know close as my my
I have seen your looks and the holding of hands
and you feel guilty, you feel guilty
you feel guilty because you almost bought into my offers
into everything i said i'd give
into everything but somethings that you always said you'd wanted
I will sit here, watching a possible movie life go by

I will wait the next few months as you slowly discover each other
and I too, I too have brought you two together
in a form that i know all too well
my biffle and a n'er do well
So who'll have won when it's all been counted
When I write and recite and feel primal yet

and you'll have held him outside in the wet
I know you, Jezebels!
I know your hearts as you know mine, having been drawn in by my awkward appeal

I am your bridges, and I'm burning mine
You ride me to their shores and find something yet there
some percentage to win it all
and win me out, oh win me out

and repeat and repeat and repeat until i've all all i need to see
and deja-vue seeps into my bones

where I stay, alone, alone