I'm a witness to the sickness
In a place I call my home
On the weekend hit the deep end

With the secrets that I own
Like an old song with a new girl
She never gets the jokes

But you need her so you bleed her
For the image it evokes


Lonely process
Only process
I will make it up to you


Took a long walk
For a tall boy

Sinking down in the couch
Playing new wave like the old days
Put the barrel in your mouth

Like a sad man when he's deadpan

Never knew a work of art

Or a father with his children
A marriage that blew apart


Lonely process
Only process
I will make it up

I will take it up to you

Oh the old time TV movies

Thinking you got it made
Like a dancer with a desk job
A dee-jay with a list to play


I'm an old !@^%
In a thrift store

Looking for something black
Like a bad dream when you come clean
Hoping that you'll come back


Lonely process
Only process

I will make it up to you