| In my mind I'm crawling on your floor | |
| Vomiting and defeated | |
| Total absence of grace | |
| Your reluctant voice saying | |
| You decide your own fate but | |
| I wear rubber bands round my soul | |
| They keep me from crawling | |
| And these rubber bands round my soul | |
| They keep me from falling | |
| In my repeated dreams | |
| You stare at me with an empty gaze | |
| You turn your back on me | |
| And you search for more intriguing days | |
| Loathing this | |
| Controlling this | |
| Let me get a hold of this so | |
| I wear rubber bands round my soul | |
| They keep me from crawling | |
| And these rubber bands round my soul | |
| They keep me from falling | |
| So then when you are not in my dreams | |
| And not in my mind | |
| But we are at the same place at the same time | |
| Rubber no longer holds | |
| The borders of my soul |