Cupid said to Psyche, "Girl, I packed up the car I'm going out west to be a movie star" Psyche said, "Knock em dead, you always had that charm And such a Roman sense of entertainment" Now Cupid's got the world eating out of his hand And we're both still waiting for our big chance Our big screen, our big romance And love was always such a disappointment And it's good to have you here again Just like I used to way back then And it's good to know precisely when The show's supposed to end So darling, lay me down and let me down We're both a good deal older now We broke some hearts and we broke some vows And love was always such a disappointment And my, my, my, how you have grown So tall upon your stepping stones Try, try, try not to die alone But love is always such a disappointment Well, I told a lot of lies, made a lot of mistakes I did a lot of living for loving's sake Guess I was waiting for my big break And love was always such a disappointment See, it speaks so sweet in a voice so deep Of pleasures you can carry and joys you can keep And there's never been talk so cheap It's all just one big empty advertisement So keep that hope in the bottom of the box The future's just a trick they do with mirrors and clocks The same soft lens, the same long shots The same big names, the same big disappointments And it's good to have you here with me To reenact this tragedy The rise and fall of urgency On one, two, three So darling, lay me down and let me down We're both a good deal older now We broke some hearts and we broke some vows And love was always such a disappointment And my, my, my, how you have grown So tall upon your stepping stones Try, try, try not to die alone But love is always such a disappointment

The Night I Almost Died On the night I almost died... I learned Of course those amiss to the scars on their conscience unconsciously seek to scar yours. Feeling shame won't make one behave favorably, but enslaves passions abhorred and ignored. On the night I almost died... I stopped measuring what I contribute, against weighing what's given to me. I stopped measuring means to conveniently measure what I think my measurements mean. On the night I almost died... The bedroom door flew open, and the hallway light was blinding me, reminding me that as I fade away... All the shadow cast before my glance was but a light upon my back that I could learn to turn and face some day. On the night I almost died... I asked 'what's forever for' forever, for every time forever never seems to work for me. I asked 'what is never for' for every time it never seems that never saying never works for me. On the night I almost died... I realized... Everybody lies, everybody dies, everybody hides things inside sometimes so well they even hide it from themselves, some things you never ever tell, and in the mess of consciousness your intentions nest so well... Obscured, undetermined, absurd, and free.