Dead stop on the curb

With eyes in back of my head

Curbside inside around parking ? ?

Got a sore throat keeping you down

A sick desire been creeping around

Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest

And the closer I am to you the thicker it gets

A knife in the back and stuck in one place

With a pat on the back and a slap on the face



Keep trying to see from a better position

Its no good

And it never really makes any difference

If it could



Sick of having to start all over again

Here comes a big insider, turn myself in

Thinking of ways to explain everything

This sick desire, dont you do a thing



Keep trying to see from a better position

Its no good

And it never really makes any difference

If it could



Sick of having my hear right all over my face

And the backseat drivers taking my place

Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead

Its a cruel reminder and its all in my head