I don't think I can stand to

Be myself for that much longer

Opening the window

I don't feel the air at all

Do you feel like a liar

When you're cruising on a parkway

Laughing in a corner

Playing tricks on all your friends

I can't name it

I can't even pin it down

What's the question again?

There's something in the spring air

Telling you you don't belong here

Fold your patterned blanket

At the square and of your bed

There are deer with eyes like teflon

Combing through the empty coke cans

Making beds among the shiny cast

Off casеs of our lives

I can't name it

I can't evеn pin it donw

What's the question again?