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
