"Sick of trying to find a way inside
Sick and tired of all the after
Sick of trying to find a way to slide
Even though it always ends in laughter
It's never hard to tell when things are done
She looked into my eyes and a voice said "RUN"
She says that I'm a mess but it's alright
Whether it's two weeks, two years, or just tonight
You can occupy my every sigh
You can rent the space inside my mind
At least until the price becomes too high.."