Again it creeps up from behind
And asks me if I need any help
It flatters me with plush and velvelt and says "Look at you"
The feeling has left the box
And it looks brilliant once more
And life feels like a store and I just keep the things on my body right away
Eternities come and go
I've tried them more than once
This one too narrow, another one too stern
Somewhere it pinches me
Too bizzare, not my style
The feeling doesn't suit me
I am just looking
Just looking for a while
Again the feeling creeps up on me
Gently asks me what I really want
And then it sends me to April and says "We don't have that"
The feeling is like the last scream
It has nearly faded and gone away
Then you'll laugh at it and think "Oh how stupid I was"
The feeling has left the box
And it already fascinates me
But life is no store and it doesn't take anything back