you cried for days
now i'm total wreck
i know nothing over needed
you turned me into this mess
and it comes
like glass
but i cant sleep
i'm just staring to myself now
look at stupid old me
spitting out
a lucky smoke ring
'round the moon
maybe your coming home soon
but you wont see me
now i'm terrifed
and i've got this sick feeling inside
perfect end
to perfectly sickning week
there's nothing above
that i know
to happen
forget about what's going on
so i'm spitting out
a lucky smoke ring
'round the moon
and your coming home soon
but you wont see me