I thought that I was sinking
but I'm only getting higher
The telephone is ringing
even though I cut the wire
I'll look you in the eye
I'll grab you by the hand
I'll tell you that I'll die
if you don't learn to understand
why I can't stop crying long enough to fuck
and why there's a bullet missing from your gun
They're out here painting cars for you
They're winding the machines
They're setting my clocks forward
and they're staging every scene
I'll wake up in the rubber room
or the back of a van
with a needle in my arm
or a crayon in my hand
The bedroom smells like spray paint and cum
and there's a bullet missing from your gun
I've lived among the pounding I have
lived among the squeals
All the alarms are sounding it's
your turn to take the wheel
I tried to stay alive for you
I did all that I can
Gotta tell you something when you get back
from the promised land
but first you better grab your shit and run
cause there's a bullet missing from your gun
