Are you afraid of being loved? Afraid of being changed?
You're afraid, hide behind a drug, all change
Cheap terrors, self-inflicted pain, the no-factor plagues you
You're into yourself with a hammer, beat yourself over the brain
Avoid inclusion or blame. It's always us against them
In a whim of self-reflection, you're lost in fear of a lake
Of woods where you could go undo yourself, find yourself
Not loved the way you want by whom you want and
When you're ready, pin The Hunk-Of-The-Month on the wall
Above your desk, write careful diaries, while dogs bark
At the wind. Then you think you hear voices, voices of men
Who look for mother's sympathy. But you've done that
You want a shoulder to lean on. You get shaky too!
When he comes in so strange, multi-purposed with
Forget-me-nots, trumpets on a stem, lavishes all on you
Again and again, too much. What can you do but run?
Cause men like that, men like him are dangerous
Place the burden of proof on the responsibility of flowers
Goodbye Narcissus, thanks for the good times
I won't be calling again, this half-voice
Ricochet of light and passion has decayed
I don't know what came over me imagining
I'd find myself a nook beside you dreaming
Of giant alpine lakes and beaches where
We could run as if we were running hounds
We're coming down, Narcissus, from our minds
Into our bodies. What was it I needed so?
Wanted so? I'm only half-voice, half-image
Unidentified will-o-the-wisp, and you're
A flower out of myth. Narcissus, on the banks
Of desire and sand. A real pretty flower. Goodbye