With both eyes closed
I blew out his window
A cheap shot i know but
But someone had to do it

It isn't like ,he deserves it
That's easy for you to say
He's not your kind
He's not your type
Just looking to desires

On my side of town

Get out our knives and
Go for a long drive
I'm nothing special
A yard sale collectable
For a table

Gather dust like the rest of us
We left out to rise

So tell me you not can be magnetic
Lightning will strike
And some of us will get it
And now that i'm so sure
... disposal share out the table

Gather dust like the rest of us
We left out to rise