Sittin on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul
And shes kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin in their seats
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes outs a mystery
Thought about, not understood
Shes achin to be
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
People look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek
And shes kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
Poems come so slowly
Like the colors down a sheet
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes outs a mystery
Thought about, not understood
Shes achin to be
Ive been achin for a while now, friend
Ive been achin hard for years
Well shes kind of like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show me what youre doing
Never show a soul
Well, I saw one of your pictures
There was nothin that I could see
If no ones on your canvas
Well, Im achin to be
She closes her mouth to speak and
Closes her eyes to see
Thought about an only loved
Shes achin to be
Just like me