With both eyes closed I blew out his windows A cheap shot, I know, but someone had to do it "It isn't like he deserves it," that's easy for you to say He's not your kind, he's not your type Just look into his eyes On my side of town we let the lights go down Get out your knives and go for a long drive I'm nothing special, a yard sale collectable for your table Eventually you'll, too, gather dust like the rest of us Left out to rust So tell me tonight, can we be magnetic Lightning will strike and some of us will get it Now that I'm social, I'm at your disposal, a chair at the table Eventually you'll, too, gather dust like the rest of us Left out to rust