Play the tape back, take apart,nJust what happened in your heart,nWhere exactly you fell through.nNow you're going to do some time,nYou don't know, did you cross the line,nOr did the line cross you?nAnd no one's going to pick you up down here.nNo one's going to say you're in the clear.nYou push, you stretch, you rend apart,nThe edges of just what you are,nAnd no one's going to see you disappear.nAppetite has gone away,nAnything else you can say,nBees are buzzing around the hive.nA pullout sofa, some cheap red wine,nYeah, you're going to do some time,nJust get in the car and drive.