Easy now, you're dreaming of a ledge Talk yourself down from every story Call the game you're losing again And you show no signs of scoring On the pa**enger side where my gla**es were shattered Losing myself at the end of your sentence Call and pretend that your discounted man Who cries on command will soon pick up the phone Go to him now while he's not so distracted By his own magic tricks by the widows he's husband With the orphanage closed, it's so hard to know Which childhood dream he's still planning on leaving In the grocery store where a man is an audience Time is on sale and the band is no one you've heard of And there is no applause, just the sound of alarms The register yawns at the sound of you leaving