Texty: Posies. Going, Going, Gone.

When the words that you call your own
Have a very very foreign tone
And you feel like you're alone

And the message that you didn't mean
Stops a dirty mouth from coming clean
And the right to be obscene

Well, I don't think I'm getting nowhere
Someone somewhere understands
Nearly missing all my marbles
This is not a perfect plan

And it won't be very long
'Til I'm going going gone
And is there really something wrong with me?

And if you hide in the meadow maze
You'll look back on apathetic days
And you'll feel like mayonnaise

And the faces that you call your friends
Are expecting you to make amends
Well, I guess it all depends

And it won't be very long
'Til I'm going going gone
Yeah, it won't be very long
'Til I'm going going gone
And is there really something wrong with me now?

Where is all the air for breathing?
I'm not leaving until I know
Waiting for the resolution, I can't seem to let it go
And it won't be very long

Gee, it's been a dry September, Mr. Member cryin' out
I don't meant to change the subject
I just want to shut it out
Shut it out, shut it out, shut it out

And it won't be very long
'Til I'm going going gone
Yeah, it won't be very long
'Til I'm going going gone
And is there really something wrong with me now?