Precious,
Like an orchid in the wind.
Like the first drop from a waterfall.
Like the feelings I keep in.

What would you do if it was you?
What would you try when theres nothin else to do?
No fact or fiction, a cleaner kitchen, a thousand apolgies
Nothin can change it, just gotta face it, she's got to leave.

Is anybody else feelin this
does every mother *er out there wanna cut his wrists
just to see how far all that s**t will squirt
and how many years you gotta spend in the dirt