Vacancy

Nervous Fleeting, rinse the dirt from my wounds out in the kitchen sink I don't know much, but I know enough I know enough Colored paper, teachers notes and therapy But I'm running myself clean There's something missing, but I'll never find it now Vacancy And you could never be my friend Your mother said, it's not like that But you can't stay at my house with those hands No you can't stay at my house with those hands