I'm through thinking of things to say to you. It's true, I've said enough and so have you. Just drive, you slam the door and so do I. Tongue tied from all the little things.
Hands on the mirror, can't get much clearer. Can't make this all go away. Now that you're bleeding, you stare at the ceiling. And watch as it all fades away.
You've got a close eye on the world outside. From the inside of your cage. And you're staring through the cracks in the drapes for a key. With a midget on your back, goin' blind and mean.