Echolalia

Each day’s the same ‘til I think that I hear your name in echolalia
And each time it hurts ‘cos I don’t know who said it first. Echolalia
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low
My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia
And I feel half-sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low
I’m still hearing echoes…
I should listen to what my Father says
God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes
Instead I’m making them all again I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me
That those on the outside are born to be lonely
No they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low