Stuck - Magazine

In the rush

The rush of my senses

In the heat

The heat of this moment

In the Palace of Nations

I think I can love you out of weakness

In the heat of this moment I stick myself in laughter

Run for it

I’m running away

Know-it-all

I will return again

Pushing myself so helpless

Hopeless

When I can love you out of weakness

Which of us is to blame!

I’m stupid

I only know enough to get out of the rain

Oh, I really tiptoe, I really tiptoe

Stop

When you cease to amaze me

Take a look

My part in the pattern

I know it’ll never matter

So I stick myself in laughter

I may love you out of weakness

Is that what I was afraid of!