Alba s touto skladbou:
Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie,
Dear darlin', your mom, my friend left a message
On my machine she was frantic saying you were talking crazy
That you wanted to do away with yourself
I guess she thought I'd be a perfect resort
Because we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth
And yes they're in shock they are panicked
You and your chronic them and their drama
You this embarrassment us in the middle of this delusion
If we were our bodies, if we were our futures
If we were our defenses I'd be joining you
If we were our culture, if we were our leaders
If we were our denials I'd be joining you
I remember vividly a day years ago we were camping
You knew more than you thought you should know
You said, "I don't want ever to be brainwashed"
And you were mind boggling you were intense
You were uncomfortable in your own skin
You were thirsty but mostly you were beautiful
If we were our name tags, if we were our rejections
If we were our outcomes I'd be joining you
If we were our indignities, if we were our successes
If we were our emotions I'd be joining you
You and I we're like four year olds
We want to know why and how come about everything
We want to reveal ourselves at will and speak out minds
And never talk small and be intuitive
And question mightily and find god my tortured beacon
We need to find like-minded companions
If we were their condemnations, if we were their projections
If we were our paranoias I'd be joining you
If we were our incomes, if we were our obsessions
If we were our afflictions I'd be joining you
We need reflection, we need a really good memory
Feel free to call me a little more often
