Why is it every time I think about you
Something that you have said or implied makes
Me doubt you
Then I look into your cynical eyes and I know it
As if it never meant anything to me
Parallel lines on a slow decline - tractor rape chain
Better yet, let's all get wet on the tractor rape chain
Speed up, slow down, go all around in the end
In the first place it's probably just paranoia
But there's a ghost in my room
And he says I better run
It's a thing I know - it's a thing I believe in
Won't you tell it to go away?
Parallel lines on a slow decline - tractor rape chain
Better yet, let's all get wet on the tractor rape chain
Speed up, slow down, go all around in the end
Speed up, slow down, go all around in the end...
