you can't get through it   you can't get over it   you can't get around      just like in a dream   you'll open your mouth to scream   and you won't make a sound      you can't believe your eyes   you can't believe your ears   you can't believe your friends   you can't believe you're here      and you're not gonna get through it   so you are going down      i put a cup out on the window sill   to catch the water as it fell   now i got a glass half full of rain   to measure the time between   when you said you'd come   and when you actually come      little mister limp dick   is up to his old tricks   and thought he'd call me   one last time   but i'm just about done   with the oh-woe-is-me shit   and i want everything back   that's mine