The night is crawling closer to the action Your mouth is driving me into distraction, you talk too much Well every story needs to have an ending We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air
Check for fibers in the gaps between the teeth, the floorboards Check the fingerprints, go through the trash Maybe I just wanted some attention Compulsion seeks its own way in rejection of the light Every story needs to have an ending We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air