Juliet I get on my knees Speaking in tongues In a washed out sun in Perfect clarity But I get so delirious I think my sides will split Standing on the sidewalk Sometimes it’s as if.. I don’t think I’ll be happy anyway Just scratching out my name And everything so vivid And so creepy Since K got over me Since K got over me All my senses sharp My hands are fists I’m pretty tired of making lists It’s just this emptiness I can’t chase it away And when the evening paints the streets When the evening paints the streets It’s like walking on a trampoline I don’t think I’ll be happy anyway Just scratching out my name But everythings so lucid And so creepy Since k got over me Since k got over me Theres a hole inside my skull With warm air blowing in Standing on the sidewalk Where do I begin? I dont think I’ll be happy anymore I guess I closed that door But every night, a strange geometry Since K got over me Since K got over me