In the back of the van I paid for on my last line of credit

In the back of my mind there's a trapdoor to the place that we left it

With my forehead to the frosted glass at half-past eleven

If I said I was coming home now, would you even let me?

Had it in my palm, heard it burst before I felt it go off like a bomb

'Cause I played God and I lost

Careened into a brick wall

Murder by missed call

It was an inside job

Staring blank at a silver screen

Just hindsight to turn to

I see a burning bridge from my point of view, and I really don't blame you

My eyes have never worked right, the light is always bleeding

I turn away from anything bright, swear the darkness never leaves me

Had it in my palm, heard it burst before I felt it go off like a bomb

'Cause I played God and I lost

Careened into a brick wall

Murder by missed call

It was an inside job

Yeah, I played God and I lost

Careened into a brick wall

Murder by missed call

It was an inside job

It was an inside job

It was an inside job