There's only two songs in me. And I just wrote the third. Don't know where I got the inspiration. Or how I wrote the words. Spent my whole life digging up my music's shallow grave.
The mirror on the wall. Won't talk to me at all. Now that I have everything. The place inside the frame. Just doesn't look the same. Now that I have everything.
All the people are so happy now, their heads are cavin' in. I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin. But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots.
Fell in the door. And you fell on the floor. With your hand on the knob. Looking up and abruptly. Forget what you're thinking. Fire alarms go off in your head.