i put my shoes on then i'm out the door
i think your just another whore
but i don't care this time
i wait a minute then i start to think
i turn around and i start to sink
in what i'm meddling in
the bathroom smells like shit
i know your sick of it
why don't you call the plumber
christmas decorations are still on
i know they're nice but come on
its half way through the summer
i can't believe this mess
you know i must confess
direct me to the phone
and all i can see
is a tower of dreams
and real love bursting out of every
seems to me sometimes when i am hiding in my mind
that i am stuck here and there's no way out of the mess
that i'm in and i'm fine within
i'm falling now