Margaret

I never feel small
 I don't feel any way at all
 My reflection's an apparition
 Of her picture on your nightstand
 Laying in your bedroom
 Your relics surround me
 Margaret and I will never be friendly now
 Margaret and I will never be friends
 You and I exist
 Like spoiled suburban kids making up a Christmas list
 The possibilities are endless
 Just laughter in the corner
 Of some archetypal diner
 The kind that makes everybody else feel like such a bother
 The bind that just engulfs the two of us in one another
 The bind that engulfs Margaret into disaffecting wonder
 Compare your sin
 It's kind of an obsession
 I fixate on what happened in the end
 And what makes it worse
 Is in an alternate universe
 She and I would probably be friends
 I wish we could be
 Hey now i'm knocked out
 My reaction unbecoming
 I just run my mouth
 Spare no details, spare no feelings
 But if you and I are sacredly connected to each other
 Does that necessitate some kind of enlightenment on my part
 Will I never grow out of all my typical behavior
 And let Margaret just accept you were not the only one
 Compare your sin
 It's kind of an obsession
 I fixate on what happened in the end
 And what makes it worse
 Is in an alternate universe
 She and I would probably be friends
 I wish we could be