WhichWitchIsWhich&IsThePersonSerious

I need to work out and take a lot of pills

I need to find someone with a nonreflecting eye

I need to transfer my disguises to the slimming pile

I need to be amazing still? I need the ever constant thrill

I need to herky jerk in a bathroom when the rain is chill

I need to work it out and spout about the the mirrors with ugly epitaphs

Bury my presumptions and lay it down, down, down

Icy on the ground but instant sorround sound

I could write an answer but I'd be bound to mess it up

Its not the cure thats got the glow Its the supernatural light show

I can be a single road and achieve discontinuous flows

I will not give into temptation's manifestations dreaming solely for the sake of my sanity

but the boys, boys, boys

Its for the boys

Its Not That Time Yet