Rubix Cube

I walked on water just to watch the sand
I crossed the ocean and found I Japan alone
sinking in the sea
I made a bluebird out of papier-mâché
I folded some white doves and they flew all away from me
to my friend Anna-Lee
If my mystery matters to you
then you are my rubix cube
I’ve said to much
I play like a broken record
…and the reason is you
I wrote a story that had no end
a reflection of my life but inside I pretend
I’m 12 and a half and addicted to pills
I’m 12 and a half and addicted to trills
If my mystery matters to you
then you are my rubix cube
I’ve said to much
I play like a broken record
and the reason is you
We cut our lives in two
and share the halves with our friends
We stay up to late
go to Friday morning matinees
and skip church but that’s OK ‘cause
there’s a place for us in hell
and I think that’s swell
because I’m with you…