"Landed" by Ben Folds.
"Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes?
oh pretty pretty, I'm aflame.
So excited ,so un-slept, somewhat littered, so un-swept, you have to sleep before you wake.
I am spilled and poured. I am peeled and cored. I am hanging from the floor.
Flicker like a freak through a sleepless week, in a black cell of forever.
There's a point to this a point I think I often miss, oh clever clever where's your heart? You can turn a phrase until it reads a million ways, it makes no sense but it's as good at it is sad.
I am sad/elated, I am segregated, there's this stitching and it's itching.
All my friends are dead, asleep in distant beds, at least these enemies stay close.
Take me to, the pretty ones.
I wanna be, a pretty one.
Assign me to a nice girl...so she can ruin me, eternally....offer me a million bucks all I want is a steady f**k, oh steady steady where are you?
channel surf a sea of static, see the prize but you can't have it, there's something thankless in a wish fulfilled.
I am thrilled and bored,
All of both and none of one. I would kill for more, I haven't killed before. I could this heart on stun.
Take me to the pretty ones, I wanna be original. Assign me to a nice girl, so I can sing her something...meaningful.
In a perfect world I'd be assigned to a nice girl. It would cost, one. million. kisses.
RIP Whitney. This one I listen to many times few years back and is one of my favorite.