Everybody in this place can up and move away. For all I care this town's already dead and empty. I'm told that I'm a victim of obsession, that's what my friends say.
Your crash is waiting to happen. And you, you're dragging me down. All over again. I give in, I give up. . You splashed but you started sinking. And you, you're dragging me down.
Watching everybody leavin'. I tell myself, looks can be deceivin'. Oh, I'm hopin' that I'm not dead right. This after hours, afterlife. I'm not ready to die in style tonight.
You should get your story straight. Before I start to doubt it. 'Cause if you've worn your lipstick off. I want to hear about it. . And telling me would be such a breeze.