Gimme Some Time
Mess You Up
Intro to Acting
© Mark Nimeh, add'l words by Beth Boucher
I've got an engine rhythm
and only you can make it sing
I've got a head full of nothing
and only you can fill it up again
Well, I guess... I'm a liar
when I said I'd made my home
that you had a part
is what I never showed
Where's the letter that you wrote?
Where's the note with magic answers?
I guess it's in an unstamped envelope
somewhere in my mind....
I've got a tongue of cotton
wooden limbs and frozen teeth
I'm living in our museum
where grass grows beneath my feet
somewhere in my mind.... somewhere in my mind.....