This house is full of ears but I cant talk to anyone
Theyve heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
Maybe throw lit cigarettes down.
And maybe Ill catch fire,
Something warm to hold me,
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
All that evil shits not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice.
This house is full of eyes but I cant look at anyone
Theyve seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
And look at rocks if I fall out,
And maybe Ill fall hard,
Something tough to break me,
Something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain.
Sorry I dont even know your name
I guess for me its easy this way.
Maybe Ill catch fire,
Something warm to hold me,
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind.
All that evil shits not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice.