Like a movie star on their death bed
You are painfully and truly alone, oh
A taste of something sweet
A fight in the night by the trash can
A maze that's incomplete
A pencil, a pad in the trash can
Like a hole in a pair of trousers
You are showing me something you shouldn't show
A taste of something sweet
A fight in the night by the trash can
A maze that's incomplete
A pencil, a pad in the trash can
