stretching out cheap cotton over your thick skull
oh i do feel awful on my way to school
can you picture my reaction to the word op on the wall
is there really something wrong with me
stretching out cheap cotton over your thick skull
im down here under the pavement so unept until
you grab that pen beside you jam it into your eye
see now youre my kinda man yeah youre a standup kinda guy
i am dying of embarassment i'm dying of this hatred
i can't rest until you know this bitterness that i have tasted
such humiliation from the first and only time
i'm obsessed with your self righteousness
cut in half by your smile
into the night, youre getting harder to believe in
youre the cold and quiet paradise transfixed by your breathing
into the night, youre the one thing i don't hate
youre the cold and quiet paradise my only true escape
into the night (wha-oh's)