I just stand aside
While you walk a hundred miles through my
Livin' room
The next chord is dischord,
I'm sure, and the drunkards in the bathroom
drinkin' boilin' oil
Knock knock on the door,
It's quarter to three,
The song you sing's not minor enough for me
Slip into a coma,
up half the night
When I finally realized you weren't breathin' right.
Just another casualty in reality,
It'll burn goin' down just like the label read.
(Repeat Chorus twice)
I still stand aside
While you walk a hundred miles through my
Livin' room
The next chord is dischord, I'm sure
And the drunkards in the bathroom drinkin' boilin' oil.