Johnny’s always grasping hard, trying to find certainty.
He needs all the words to confirm, that he ain’t lonely.
Mary counts walls, knowing he sucks easily.
Johnny thinks the world would be right, if it would buy, truth from him.
Mary says he changes his mind, more than a woman.
But she made her bed, even when the chance was slim.
Johnny feels he’s wasting his breath, trying to talk, sense to her.
Mary says he’s lacking a real, sense of proportion.
So she combs her hair, knows he sucks easily.
Johnny’s always grasping hard, trying to find certainty.
He needs all the words to confirm, that he ain’t lonely.
Mary counts walls, says he will be used to it.