you just want to strip me

off of who i am

divide me into pieces

and then you can decide

what it is you want

a heart a mind a fuck

if it's all the same to you

i'll choose instead

it's a close race, close race

you're pushing the buttons now

as fast as you can

close race, close race

now it's time to understand

and leave you, leave you

stranded here

a pilot with no plane

my parachute will open

while yours will fail

and it doesn't really matter

if your crash-helmet is on

i'll just light another

of your cigarettes

and the ghosts that haunt this house

will slowly fade away