I'm trying to ease into this evening. i'm trying to figure out what's the matter, but these problems are deeper than you and i. when i'm not busy watching you cry in public... as you read this... i'll break your heart for the thousandth time and tell you to get some help (or get out of the house) because you seem p-a-t-h-e-t-i-c. i really didn't want to have to spell it out, but you've left me with little choice with resentment towards friends you've never really met and inner office relations you can't seem to clearly voice. so, take 12 steps. get out of the house, because you seem so lost; stumbling and fumbling -- drunk -- down fairmount avenue. it's clear as a bell, but you're stubborn as hell and too hopeless to let your guard down. it's clear as a bell, but you're stubborn as hell and have spilt your water ice across the table. clean up this mess. clean up this mess instead of waiting for it to clean itself. it isn't going anywhere. it isn't going anywhere overnight, but you'll ignore me and sleep (clothes on) uptight. well, i'm trying to ease out of this evening.