Music

I am a chameleon, a man of many skins.
Divided by the things I've done, my life of many sins.
There is one of me that is hungry, and one of me that can't win.
One of me is so angry, that I can't bear to let him in.

Waking in the morning, keeps me on my toes.
Who I am in the afternoon, God himself is the one who knows.
My God is within me, and my God is without me.
I fight to find the God in me, the one who is devout to me.

But even Jesus had his Judas,
And even Adam had his Eve.
Yeah even Achilles had his famous heel,
Opposition in all things.
There's opposition in my needs.

I am many people, splintered by my history.
How I came to what I am, is my great mystery.
There is one clue in my upbringing, and one in the things I've done.
When a man has seen the things I've seen, he's bound to come undone.

I know many strangers, I don't know what that shows.
It's hope I've found around myself, and hope is what I know.
My fight is within me, and my help is without me.

Want you with me when I'm without you.
Want you without when I'm with you.
Will you be without without me?

I live within you.
I love without a doubt.
A love without you.
A love with me in doubt.
With you with me, within without.

With me with you, you are without doubt.
When i'm without, I'm without you.
I am without without you.

I'm about you.
I am filled without.
I'm not with you.
You are not without.
With me with you, within without.

With me with you, you are without doubt.
When i'm without, I'm without you.
I am without without you.

With me with you, you are without doubt.
When i'm without, I'm without you.
I am without without you.

You. You don't know my name,
Though its printed in my shirt.
I'm the guy who changed your oil,
Last week at the place by your office.
We're always happy to serve you.

You. You don't remember that I know you.
I saw a reciept for this store in your glove box.
I know it seems dishonest, but I did it out of love.
I figured if I hung around here long enough,
I'd see you here.

I. I didn't care for how you joked around with me,
I like a dirty story but lets get serious,
I don't care about your steamy love affair,
With the girl with the red hair,
from your office.

Put your fists down.
I just came to tell you,
It's been three thousand miles.
The shop is downtown,
On King Avenue.
We'll be there waiting for you.

You're the man that lives in my attic,
And I'm afraid of you.
You have a habit of banging on the plumbing,
It entertains you.
You went on a date with my sister,
When she lived in my basement.

There was me in the middle.
There was me in the middle.
I feel so awkward telling you this.

If you can find a way to cool it,
The girls might like you more.
If all at once you changed your whole self,
You might give yourself a chance.
Of course, if the girls were blind and deaf,
You'd stand a chance then too.

There was me in the middle.
There was me in the middle.
I feel so awkward telling you this.