Sideways when I talk The streetlamp, I don't walk Well, I don't ever like to look that way The secret I don't keep The blurry fitful sleep Well, that was not what I had meant to say...say f**ed her, slept in Scratch marks, red linen Well, I don't like it either way I stray Sideways when I talk The streetlamp, I don't walk Well, I don't ever like to look that way