My feet are frozen to the floor,
And, oh, your hearts headin' towards the door
Please don't get your blood on the floor
You know I never was a fan of cleanin'
You said that I'm too childish
But just because you're dreams are listed like a shopping list
Doesn't mean shit, baby

Because maybe maybe maybe I'm a little bit crazy
But I think that you're too lazy to reach out to the stars
Get up out of your rental cars, and think about the truth
The truth is what you make it, and you made it a disease
And the vaccinations the thing locking your knees

I'll knock you over and pull it out, leave you on the floor to figure
All this life out
You know you've done it wrong and you just won't admit
Your prides alive and mine has died

But at least I know that I'm unhappy
Your fake bitter sweetness makes my elbows shake

Too bad it's too late
Too late
Too late