In a little deep aren't you, laying dazed in a bed filled up of two?nOh but you are still sleeping alonenYou're so, so sick of all the smoke the powertrips that are invokednOh but you're standing hand in hand and side by sidennNo one else out there baby, gets treated like you donNo one else out there baby, gets treated like you donWhy are you crying? Your birth marked your life in disguisenWho are you fooling? Not mennAnd there's so much dust that's growing on the strings, strung so tight to the bodynThe neck and notes, always mess up but your smile won't always cover it upncover it upncover it up