watching terrible tv
it kills all thought.
getting spacier than
an astronaut.

making out with people
I hardly know or like.
I can't believe what I do
late at night.

I wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love.
I'm standing at the gates,
I see the beauty above.

only when we get to see
the aerial view
will the patterns show
we'll know what to do.

I know the last page so well,
I can't read the first.
so I just don't start,
it's getting worse.

I wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love.
I can't find my way in
I try again and again...

I'm on the outside of love
always under or above.

must be a different view
to be a me with a you.

of course I'll be alright,
I just had a bad night...


[nada surf]