Your a brittle ***** believer dreaming of the days
A devil hearted deciever
A careful little game
Of listening for a phone to ring
The static, the reciever, talk until you say
Something I believe in
Careful in your ways
I say goodbye
I'll miss you
I wish that you could stay,                                            


             ­    But

Your a danger to yourself
Finding your own way out
Means a bullet to your brain
Finding  your own way home
Singing all the way