how would I know
what it's like?
to wake in the morning
and everything's right?

how would I know
which way to turn?
you like left
I like right
at the next intersection
I think
we should
go for it
and watch it all
just crash
and burn

How should I know
how many hours
you should sleep?
I'm kept awake
by your tears
but don't
reach
for the tissues
to cleanse my eyes
I need to weep

Stop following me
like some lost puppy
I can only lead you
to Hells Door
If you want
to come
for the ride
I
couldn't ask
for more