Ringing ears & bathroom tears
Stains on my red dress again
He calls me a frock. No shock.
And he calls me a basket case

Cringing curves of my fragile nerve
When spit string is coming off you
The feelings go away when you stop
You stop running to them and you're fine

You're with me again and I'll hold you
And unto my pretty desperate web,
The urge is always throbbing I can see
But it's a problem to you but not to me

You don't care about them as much
You've stopped running to them and you're fine.