forget the time, i havent half the mind to get out of this bed
it's just a taste of what you'll have to face when ysou call yourself mine
let my phone ring, i havent done a thing to lighten this load
i'll call them back, when i get back on track, i'll snap out of it soon
free me from this body cuz that might just be whats keeping me down
no surprise, i've been caught in my lies, i'm my own chinese finger trap, my own glue
it's been a year since you last appeared and with breath i'm bated
frankly i'm impressed with how quickly you'll undress, for a hand to hold, while i am incapacitated
call me a bore, but those footprints by the door are obviously dated
call me a freak, but when i have to speak i am hardly elated
feed me your apology as if it was ever really your fault
leave me crying on my knees with a fist full of twizzlers and a coke
what did i expect, my rhetoric is hexed, my chest and mattress form a nice adhesive
a massive water break, my love was critically acclaimed now i can barely find the pieces
quit me that's okay, who would expect you to stay, why call my house your home?
i'm a walking mausoleum, i'm a goddamn catacomb, what would it take you to notice - call me pope joan
i guess i'm just addicted to when you walk away, you say you love me but not quite enough
youd think these dreams about falling often shake me awake but i never quite wake up