The Under One

Alone is good until you give it all away And you gave it all away and now you're lonely Alone is not lonely So let's play telephone and tap into the wire Maybe then we'll understand what we've been saying Maybe the string just needs some tightening You handle yourself But you are still just the under one You handle yourself But you are still just the under one And just like that Just like that and it's gone The night is just another day that went and died When you're lying drunk underneath the table You used to be so capable You handle yourself But you are still just the under one You handle yourself But you are still just the under one And just like that Just like that and it's gone When I was young there was a knocking on my door Now I open it to find that no one's standing there anymore I step out I throw my smoke into the rain and watch the ruin Watch the ruin wash away all the love-stained ink off my arms Until it bloodies all the bars on the boulevard And then you know That you are still just the under one And then you know That you are still just the under one And just like that Just like that and it's gone And just like that Just like that and it's gone