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life used to be life-like |
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now it's more like show biz |
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i wake up in the night |
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and i don't know where the bathroom is |
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and i don't know what town i'm in |
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or what sky i am under |
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and i wake up in the darkness and i |
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don't have the will anymore to wonder |
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everyone has a skeleton |
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and a closet to keep it in |
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and you're mine |
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every song has a you |
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a you that the singer sings to |
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and you're it this time |
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baby, you're it this time |
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when i need to wipe my face |
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i use the back of my hand |
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and i like to take up space |
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just because i can |
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and i use my dress |
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to wipe up my drink |
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i care less and less |
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what people think |
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and you are so lame |
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you always disappoint me |
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it's kinda like our running joke |
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but it's really not funny |
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i just want you to live up to |
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the image of you i create |
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i see you and i'm so unsatisfied |
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i see you and i dilate |
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so i'll walk the plank and i'll jump with a smile |
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if i'm gonna go down |
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i'm gonna do it with style |
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and you won't see me surrender |
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you won't hear me confess |
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'cuz you've left me with nothing |
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but i've worked with less |
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and i learn every room long enough |
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to make it to the door |
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and then i hear it click shut behind me |
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and every key works differently |
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i forget every time |
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and the forgetting defines me |
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that's what defines me |
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when i say you sucked my brain out |
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the english translation |
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is i am in love with you |
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and it is no fun |
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but i don't use words like love |
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'cuz words like that don't matter |
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but don't look so offended |
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you know, you should be flattered |
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i wake up in the night |
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in some big hotel bed |
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my hands grope for the light |
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my hands grope for my head |
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the world is my oyster |
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the road is my home |
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and i know that i'm better |
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off alone |
