you can't get through it
  you can't get over it
  you can't get around
    just like in a dream
  you'll open your mouth to scream
  and you won't make a sound
    you can't believe your eyes
  you can't believe your ears
  you can't believe your friends
  you can't believe you're here
    and you're not gonna get through it
  so you are going down
    i put a cup out on the window sill
  to catch the water as it fell
  now i got a glass half full of rain
  to measure the time between
  when you said you'd come
  and when you actually came
    little mister limp dick
  is up to his old tricks
  and thought he'd call me
  one last time
  but i'm just about done
  with the oh-woe-is-me shit
  and i want everything back
  that's mine