My Candle is in a jar
I threw it at your head
Glass shards went pretty far
Wax on the walls instead
Lying on linoleum
My skin was dry and rough
You asked me for some opium
I said I've given up
You were in a hospital
I was in a classroom
Waiting for my own fall
Waiting for my
The newscaster stands on a tomb
He's as tall as my cereal box
I know what he wants me to do
But I'm a fucking paradox
My skin is turning blue
As I'm loving your galactic eyes
I was painted solely by you
Into a figure I now despise
You were in a hospital
I was in a classroom
Waiting for my own fall
Waiting for my
Let me tell you bout a way to scare off every modest mouse
Stare at em big pink ears you know that they won't pounce
Yeah it's your choice man -it's your choice- you go, you O.D
I say what's the point "what's the point man?" but you know what I don't see
You were in a hospital
I was in a classroom
Waiting for my own fall
Waiting for my
You were in a hospital
And I
