Keep your eyes on the road kid
I've no desire to be the flower on the central reservation
The clowns are too impersonal
And I like to think I'm worth more than the wide carnation from the unknown's grave
I've been keeping my love awake with the groans of regret from a former self
And she's been keeping her love awake with her silence
She speaks volumes to me
She speaks volumes to me
She's speaking loud and clear
The hands fall down
The threads look pathetic on the floor
Like suicide victims of a time well spent
The lino looking back at me like I am a waste of skin
How do I get myself in these situations?
Talk about shining armour
Get me out of here
I lay staring at your innocent skin wondering how I f**ed this up, but I surely did