I know what you want of me,
but you don't always get what you want so bad.
I know that we'll slow-dance every now & then.
Whisper in my ear, though I hate the sound of it.
When our tongues lock, and the tone pans out:
no seratonin when I'm in your soul's grip.
Anxiety, fear, worry when I try to keep clear.
All my eyes can see here? Blurry,
Whipe them clean.
It's a side of me that's held with glue.
When I am weak and skeletal, it's gorgeous to myself as well.
That pane of glass is my best friend and my worst enemy for the things it lets me do just to pleasure you.
I'm dying to get even.
A masochism that we deeply do agree with, agree with.

All it is is smoke and broken glass.
Glass. Glass, yeah.
Oh, my darling, you've ruined me.
Ruined me for the rest of my..
For the rest of my..
What do you call that thing?
Am I still alive, or was it all a fling?
Am I still alive? Was it all a fling?
Am I still alive? If I'm still alive, then just let me die.
Let's take it slow...

I know what you want of me,
but you don't always get what you want.
Who am I kidding? I'd give to you in a minute.
Done it once before and I'm sure I'd do it again and,
it never matters if I'll be suited in denim.
Rose in my shirt pocket.
A crowd of people hurt by it.
They heard silence in a church choir.
It's the same old songs.
Same old wrongs.
Thought they felt so right but when he'd ache so softly on his bedspread,
parked at a dead-end,
next to the passenger he wished he never left in...

(Hook)

Why do I give in every time I think I avoided your voice?
It is poison, over my shoulder toying the coin-flip.
Heads or tails. What's it worth?
Why does it feel so good whenever something hurts?
Don't tell me, scream it.
Let the secret be known to the rest if these freaks getting to see me wither slow.
Whoa.
In a zone I thought I'd never go at all.
Double-cup that ounce of feeling 'cause I'm faded from the fall.
Yeah. It's everything I see in my own self that they don't.
So, I sleep upon this road well.
Not really. A bag full of...
Ah, nothing else. Doesn't help, but I'm loving what it does, for real.

(Hook)