your the smile on the face of the thousand acre missionary your the dollar bill in the bank that the everyone wants Weightless, exausted and distracted You make me and a disfunctional happy Decreasing my rose mary taste your the car wreck by the houses that make the shivers on everyone your the bump of my heart that pounds on my rib caged mind Thoughtless, hopeless and thirsty You make me while waiting for a time To look the other way It's disfunctional But we live with it