He bears his childhood scars
With a sense of injustice
Not unlike the Russians’
Each time he shoots from the heart
He holds his breath
And waits for repercussions
He’d like to trust someone
He’d like to love someone
But he’s waiting, waiting
Waiting for a reason
He fills his Freudian pools
With crocodile tears
Brought on my nervous leisure
He kills his lovers with thoughts
Suspecting the worst
He cannot take the pressure
He’d like to trust someone
He’d like to love someone
But he’s waiting, waiting
Waiting for a reason
He finds no mercy
And he’s lost in the crowd
With an armored heart of metal
He finds he’s running out
Of odd-numbered daisies
From which to pull the petals
He’d like to trust someone
He’d like to love someone
But he’s waiting, waiting
Waiting for a reason
