Crystal

Driving home in your little blue car

You turn the corner and you pull off

Cut the engine before the seatbelt clicks out

And I answer your call

I am living in crystal, two-way glass

I can see myself, but you cannot see me back

And you sit at a long brown conference table

Determine if I'll fill what you lack

I've been stomach-sick lately

I fantasize greatly

Of passing out in a public space, and

The ambulance comes in

They call the next of kin

It's months before I wake

And by then, everything is okay

You look hard at me when you say

"You don't love me, but you better stay"

I tell you I'm sorry

I'll shield my eyes

The next time the pretty girls pass me by

I'm living in crystal, two-way glass

I can see myself, but you cannot see me back

And I sit at a long brown conference table

Determine if it's worth it just to pass

I've been stomach-sick lately

I fantasize greatly

Of passing out in a public space, and

The ambulance comes in

They call the next of kin

It's months before I wake

And by then, everything is okay

I wait in line for a better time

Breaking the glass comes with bad luck

But it eventually will pass

Till then, I'll try to find safety behind

It's not you

I need someone who's more kind