This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
They've heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do, hang half way out a third floor window
Maybe throw lit cigarettes downAnd maybe I'll catch fire something warm to hold me
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find I guess I only claim to be niceThis house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
They've 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 outWell, maybe I'll fall hard something tough to break me
Something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain
Sorry I don't even know your name I guess for me it's easy this wayMaybe I'll catch fire something warm to hold me
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find I guess I only claim to be nice