Don Quixote

Handfulls of sleeping pills washed down with a bottle of wine

Couldn’t stop my mind, couldn’t hold my attention

From Noticing the cracks, the holes in my logic

And the permanence of the things that I have done

I notice as I’m riding on a subway late at night

In the flickering light, that I have always loved

imaginary princesses – it’s a simple, brutal truth

That while riding high, I am Don Quixote

I am a bull in a china shop while stick-limbed, skinny, frail

I destroy all the pretty things while my body wastes away

And for my crimes they packed me up and shipped my soul away

So my fragile arms couldn’t cause you any harm or any pain

A letter comes down from the sky she writes a lot of nothing

but I lose my mind and spend a whole week thinking

of all the things I never did – that last and final promise

that I couldn’t keep – couldn’t make it across the border

Every time I touch the phone the urge takes hold my fingers

And my words turn cruel, I’ll make her say she loves me

Forgetting at the other end a pair of trembling fingers

dials frantically – my imaginary girlfriend

I am a bull in a china shop while stick-limbed, skinny, frail

I destroy all the pretty things while my body wastes away

And for my crimes they packed me up and shipped my soul away

So my fragile arms couldn’t cause you any harm or any pain

So forgive me for the things I’ve done and all I never did

And I’ll try to do the same for you, I know you’re just a kid