Pink in the nose as the shophouses close Watching each other's faces intently Try to comply when you confirm the signs I've been taking note I take it badly So then I don't know Now what, these new parts that I've grown? And no home; if I'm smart, I'll play hard, and stay strong But flowers start falling And good things come calling And up to a point I can't hide That I'm dancing to pieces with all my diseases At the back of the party, confusing myself all night In all my worst dreams asking, "what do you mean?" All the time because it eludes me Down the line when I'm changing my mind about talking I can't even talk honestly Spit and sputter Just to discover that this time I did get it right But I'm still in pieces, uncured diseases Pulling me back to habits that don't seem to die They don't seem to die Bluer than sky Two steps in time Lovers stay right for each other True words like light Tears in my eyes If only I wasn't older