I am lighting this cigarette

From a pack I should never have bought in the first place

I feel a little bit sick to my stomach

My hands are trembling, I'm running out of time

There are ghosts sitting on my shoulders

They mutter incomprehensible words

To the rhythm of the falling rain

My twisted thoughts have started crossing the line

And maybe it's an inside joke

Maybe I'm on the wrong side of the fence

But baby, if it's not funny

Then why are you laughing?

I am a skeleton painted orange

On display behind shattered glass

You are the river running through me

You knock me down on my way home

It's getting kind of dark out, I can't see

I guess I'm just eternally on my knees

All I can make out is "get out while you still can"

And then a static on your end of the phone

And maybe it's an inside joke

Maybe I'm on the wrong side of the fence

But baby, if it's not funny

Then why are you laughing?

And maybe it's an inside joke

Maybe I'm on the wrong side of the fence

But baby, if it's not funny

Then why are you laughing?

And I will wait on your front porch

I will smoke you out of my head

And I will wait on your front porch

(And maybe it's an inside joke, maybe I'm on the wrong side of the fence)

I will smoke you out of my head

(But baby, if it's not funny? Then why are you laughing? Why are you laughing?)

And I will wait on your front porch

(And maybe it's an inside joke, maybe I'm on the wrong side of the fence)

I will smoke you out of my head

(But baby, if it's not funny? Then why are you laughing? Why are you laughing?)

And I will wait on your front porch

(And maybe it's an inside joke, maybe I'm on the wrong side of the fence)

I will smoke you out of my head

(But baby, if it's not funny? Then why are you laughing? Why are you laughing?)

And maybe you could cut the rope

Or take a razor blade to a screen door

I know you know that it's not fucking funny

So why are you laughing?