The Measure Of Pleasure - Sad Bastard Mix

Think on it now,
 just what do you want?
 You want to close your eyes
 and be back there again.
 Confused as you were,
 you were in love.
 The minutes were raw,
 sad and elusive,
 but the days and the months...
 those were conclusive.
 Which brings you to now,
 just how you are.
 So, how are you?
 So, how are you now?
 Sleep on it now,
 just how do you dream?
 You build elaborate sets
 so you can redesign
 the frame of mind
 when you weren't happy.
 At least you were real,
 lost and alone.
 Your romantic lifestyle:
 the perfect exile.
 Which brings you to now,
 just how you are.
 So, how are you?
 So, how are you now?
 Oh you know just what the problem is here,
 but you wouldn't admit it to anyone near
 'cause you walk at a pace
 that must always have grace.
 But the truth of the matter
 is you've never been sadder,
 and hiding that's madder
 than any mad hatter.
 But you climb into bed
 and forget what's been said again.
 Blinking and skipping
 and sprinting and tripping
 down memory lane
 'til it drives you insane,
 well, it's just not the way
 that you used to behave.
 And we all see it coming...
 the shifting... the dumbing...
 the swearing...
 the thumbing your nose at the people
 who want you to be
 who you know you could be again.
 Ponder it now,
 what could you regret?
 You've lost so little,
 depending on your measure.
 Perhaps a slight drop
 in the measure of pleasure.
 But the things on your list -
 those right at the top -
 you've checked them all off
 so there's no need to stop
 and wonder out loud
 just how you are.
 So, how are you?
 So, how are you now?