Why do you grind your
Teeth almost every night for
There's a hole in your guitar and its filled with wet ciggaretes
But they love the way
Your lipstick stains
So i'll pick them off the ground anyway
Turn the lights out to your room
The sirens will be here soon
I have you now
No one is going to show you how
You stretch your legs over blood stains
And the track marks in the carpet all lead to you
Its the broken glass inside your feet
And the company that you choose and its why we all depend on you
It's a broken empty swimming pool
Inside your concrete garden and it's why we all depend on you
(So say, I never did feel quite safe...)