sinking feelings
strikingly similar to depression
are tapping on my window
and i feel sorry for them
wanting to let them in out of the cold

i know they are my worst enemy -
oh, the things they talk me into!
i've been forewarned
and I've been reminded
tap, tap, tap, tap
"hey, you in there
let me in
it's cold, and you could use some company"

deceit
but still i feel sorry for them

tap...tap tap...tap tap tap
"hey you...hey!
where 're you goin' dude
let me in."

not tonight
it's time for bed
and, of course,
fantasy