| Tainting a picture of us now | |
| Forever forgive | |
| 'Cause Little Missy Misery set foot in the ocean | |
| But never the sea | |
| I'll bury her under the ground | |
| Next to the old lemon tree | |
| For the fruits have grown sour and bitter | |
| That no one would eat | |
| Call her back and call myself a freak | |
| Bend the rules so I can show her home | |
| Shave my head and change the way i think of | |
| The way I feel | |
| The way I feel | |
| The way i feel | |
| Call to her heart I will offer my shield | |
| The sour has turned into sweet | |
| Let not the wheat in this garden grow tall | |
| For they will choke the lemon tree | |
| Months will go on | |
| Like sand to stone | |
| Maybe I'll grow old | |
| Maybe I won't | |
| Call her back and call myself a freak | |
| Bend the rules so I can show her home | |
| Shave my head and change the way i think of | |
| The way I feel | |
| The way I feel | |
| The way i feel | |
| Call to her heart I will offer my shield | |
| The sour has turned into sweet | |
| Let not the wheat in this garden grow tall | |
| For they will choke the lemon tree |