Do you want me To find a rock and crawl beneath it? Or do you want me To scrape the earth of dirt and eat it? Or do you want me To want you? There’s times you hold me Responsible for all your sadness, And then you hold me To ransom in a state of madness; When I just need you To hold me. When you want, and you need, When you wish, and you feel, Never coincide with anything that’s real. Never coincidental; anything but real. So you tell me To find someone to tell I love her, And you tell me The last is gone but I’ll recover; When I just wish that You’d told me. If it’s over All the things I’ve said and done to you, Or it’s over Everything I am and could be for you; Then it feels like It’s over.