We don't speak in prose

So what's the meaning, no one knows

I'll lose myself and find no end

To make believe I still pretend

I could say I laughed it off

Then turn around and bump you off

I'll lose myself and find no end

To hate a friend

Well, you talk in ways that your 'might'

Is always too often 'may'

And then you walk away

Let's cut right to the chase

With the dullest knife we've got

I'll lose myself and find no end

To make believe I still pretend

When you're mocking at a harmless armless

He can't cover his ears

But he can walk away