Taxi

You woke up beside me

Pain in your head

Cup full of coffee

And a Marlboro red

Right back to your old routine again

Pulled a match from the pocket

Of your washed-out jeans

Posed like an actor from the movie screens

I guess you're going to see your friends

You are living in a fantasy

Perfect little world of make-believe

One day, I hope you'll be a man

You were running late

Well, that's what you said

Called yourself a taxi

As I laid in your bed, mmm-hmm

One day, you'll understand

I don't even need

Your reasons anymore

You're scared of me

Your eyes betray your words

One hand on the door, and now I'm gone

'Cause you are living in a fantasy

Perfect little world of make-believe

I hope someday, you'll be a man

'Cause you are living in a fantasy

Perfect little world of make-believe

And I hope you'll be a man