Brain Unguent - The Used

As I sit with my legs crossed

I get tied to the purpose

And all of my brain unguent, slip-slips through my fingers

I have tried all my patience

Heavy hit with the verdict

The part of me that fell in love, played it in the piano

But you

You only think about me when I am gone

I think more of you when I need someone

You only think about me when I am gone

I think more of you when I need someone

Bitter and cold this selfish reflection