Get It Over

I'm sitting here paralyzed
Just a pair of eyes
Staring at a dark room
Hoping that I find you soon
'Cause somewhere in the back of my head
I hear your plead in an echo

Am I too stoned, too small, too sad
To get it over?
Am I too proud, too slow, too late
To get it over?

Boy, you're a lucid dreamer
Telepathic mind reader
Sorry that I couldn't be there
Sorry that I had to leave, well
I hear your plead in an echo

Faint little words
Ooh, I paint little curves
And of course you deserve a reply
And of course to be heard
Would ease you and please your mind
I lost track of time

Am I too stoned, too small, too sad
To get it over?
Am I too proud, too slow, too late
To get it over?

Am I too stoned, too small, too sad
To get it over?
Am I too proud, too slow, too late
To get it over?