1, 2, 3, 4nYou sit there with your sad eyesnAnd you ask me if there's something you can donWell I hate to burst your bubblenBut there's nothing and you know that it's truenMy mind is a desert and this conversation's drynIt's hard to find an answer when you know you have to lienAt the thought of my hopeless my stomach starts to churnnIf I caught on fire would you watch me burn?nWould you watch me burn?nnI try to phase it out so I can extend my disbeliefnI never knew someone so broken could bring another such reliefnWell it's easy to say you understand when you don't know how I feelnThis whole damn situation just seems so unrealnTime heals all wounds, there's not much of a choicenIf I screamed until my vocal chords exploded you wouldn't hear my voicenYou wouldn't hear my voicennAnd I feel like I'm in a bumpercar and I just got knocked off the tracknBecause I just put on the straw that broke the camel's backnBlinded by the light so I can't see three feet in front of menIt's easier to make a mistake when you've lots all sense of directionnTry to swim away but the grip just gets tighternI know you're going to stomp my head into the groundnBut could you be a little quieter?nnCould you be a little quieter, ohnI'm trying to get some sleep here, ohnI'm trying to get sleep, quiet sleepnQuiet please, thanksnQuiet, sleep please, thanksnQuiet, sleep please, thanks