You've got your secrets as if it don't matter
But I'm not falling behind
Take me for granted? You know it's pathetic
So now I'm hitchin a ride
Outta here
Cut my throat like it's going out of fashion
A self-indulged sacrifice
Your eyes are sick with the pleasure and passion
They worship you like you're Christ
Yet, heaven waits
Never knowing, we fell in love with the crime
Forever showing, what you thought you can't find
I feel so useless in, the prime of my lonely life
So I'll take a sip from the cup of coffee in the big time
