baby in the corner of your mindnnyou see it all unwindnncause you know how it endsnnbaby out the corner of my eyenni see you start to crynnyou don't have to pretendnnnnbaby in the dumpster we will divennwho knows what we might findnnwhen our spirit is widenni'll even let you open up the seamsnnand place all of our dreamsnnwhere the pendulum swingsnnnnthere are no signsnnwe're gonna have to cross the line just to find the linennforget all the wordsnnwe'll fill ourselves with a story that we have never heardnnget the nervenntake a curvennnneverything i think is on displaynnmy eyes give me awaynnand they say and they saynnwe're sick of being told we are naivennthe world's become our seannand we drink and we drinknn'til we sink and we sinknnnnit's not that badnnwe'll hit up a dollar sale start the latest fadnnthen turn it up on its headnnbecause the author gets to choose when the stories finally deadnnno not yetnnnot yet not yet no nonnnnwe've been up and down this roadnnwe put a knife in the forknnwe've seen the sun we've seen the stormnnbaby what are we running fromnnthe lightning struck and left a glownnit's hard to let some things gonnwe know what's false but don't know what's truennbaby where are we running tonnnnthe weight of the booknnthe way to your heartnnthe guilt that you feelnnthe reason to startnnthe light is a blurnnthe light isn't freennthe mind isn't surennthe heart should believennthe temperature dropnnthe temperature risennthe ice in your feetnnthe burn in your eyesnnthe broken alarmnnthe losing of sleepnnthe thought of the goalnnthe tug of the dreamnnnnthe family you lovennthe stranger you hatennthe food in your gutnnthe leftover platennthe poison you breathennthe science you fearnnthe meter you feednnthe lies that you hearnnthe old haunted churchnnthe hospital hallnnthe loop in the tracknnthe rats in the wallnnthe political racennthe seed that you plantnnthe power of fatennthe following antnndead antnndead antnndead antnndead antnndead ant