It's all in your head You can't see the things that make Your happiness go away, well I can It's in your head Sad but it's true It's inside you Keep wallowing in your misery It's just inside of you You tell me, I've been walking on a railing

Until the day I die Bad company Bad, bad company Till the day I die I can't deny And that's why they call me We've all gotta die I won't deny A company always on the run

I wish I stayed With that skipping rope, the trampoline, The crafty smoke that made us choke But we didn't give up hope It's just the simple ways of getting paid, The carelessness of running away You can fall if you want to! It's just a matter of how far

An easy feelin' in the mornin' light Drift away with the touch of the hand From the sleep tight, goodnight man And you'll have sweet dreams that'll last all night The sandman told me he's done all he can The situation calls for more than sand You been

How long can this go on Tell me what is wrong And maybe there's a way That we can work it out There must be some kind of way That we can make it right But I, I just can't do it all Without you, without you Hey you, wake up, get yourself together

Do you feel safe now? Welcome to my safe house Semi-automatic, I don't panic when it goes down AKA your god's away, there's no one you can call now Welcome, I've been waiting You've already been caught You don't know it's too late Before you knew which

Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice I don't know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can't react

Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have that magic technique When we sway, I go weak I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins When

Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Fuck that shit 'Cause we're fallin' apart Hold on, hold on, fuck that Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin' record over again, wait a minute

Now all my friends have gone Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? But we ran away I can still remember The words and what they meant