The Story of Mickey Free

Beg him to tell us a story
 He's gonna wake up, nobody worry
 Ticking harmless, there in the background
 Nothing to fall for
 No one to put down
 Asking "How am I waiting, why am I waiting for everything to be okay?"
 Asking "How am I waiting, procrastinating, Oh everything will be okay? Well nothing's ever okay here."
 - You want to
 I've got it all collecting
 Talking to a pretense, are you really my friend?
 Sew it all together, make a voodoo girl.
 Are you really my friend, are you real
 Create somebody
 Tear up your body - Tear it all up for somebody
 Recycle somebody
 - You want to
 I've got it all collecting
 Talking to a pretense, desperate for the moment when,
 - You want to
 Live the wrong direction
 Which one is right again?
 Relax on a pincushion
 In the back of a car, kicking out a light
 Screaming now it's gone too far
 One the sidewalk at an intersection in the dark
 A plain van almost hits you as it turns to park
 Running after it, you're pissed as hell and torn apart
 Living inconvenience, choices - with an open heart
 Slow your pace up to the empty window left ajar
 Lose your breath as you lock eyes with her restraints and scars
 Impressive.
 You got us a story, something to make up
 Without feeling sorry
 And give me a shadow, to put in the background
 Forced into watching without making a sound
 I don't know how I feel about you