Hell if I know...

...why some things - sometimes things of nothing - just nudge me the wrong way, but hey what the fanny, here goes with some lyrics.

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses;
I'll lower your casket.
Open the door; open your grave.
Murder.

Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer.
Mediocrity is the killer.
You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away.

He laid emeralds in her eyes,
but I'd already tried
a bracelt made of gold
and a scarlet thread around her wrist.
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs.

Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss.
And we painted crooked lines
but danced in perfect time to a love so much refined,
we know not what it is until like a dullen wine,
we pour into a grief known before...
But never quite like this.

All I know now is regret,
it follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us,
but has nothing to say except to innocently ask,
its voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
but... I continue on my way.

- Norma Jean, Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste

just cling like plastic wrap to hope.

Go away. I'm afraid.
With you, there could be no escape.
I have... no faith.
I've seen truth and reason down the drain.

But I cling to You for survival,
and I know that You are my Bible.

Get out. I'm scared
for the moment,
but I know, You'll be there.
Well I'm scared
for the moment,
but I know, You'll be there.

By the way, the things You say
freak me out: I go out of my head.
I feel no shame
when I turn my back and walk away.

But I cling to You for survival,
and I know that You are my Bible.

Get out. I'm scared
for the moment,
but I know, You'll be there.
Well I'm scared
for the moment,
but I know, You'll be there.

- Gob, For The Moment

...is what you're telling me but God forbid i get the least bit frustrated.