You'd come again to regret it
A new spin on resentment
Climb through the window again, again
You won't but you'll try to find the source of this
But joint starts leave you finding split ends
Watch as the crime scene starts to spin, again
And it feels just great
When you don't have to feel
This won't work out the way you want
I can't stay here when you're like this
Climb through the window and try again
I don't think you'll find a thing
But that never stopped you then
I've seen your insistence on forcing this amenity
But burn in hell, I won't listen
The sun lives in my memory and
Spin dreams of a fire
Engulfing our bodies and
Smile please you're going
Going to be late.