i feel like my shouts don't make it out
make like a fetus and head the hell out

get me out of this house i can't stand the stale air
let my feet move my mouth, get me anywhere
the ball's in your court but you ain't gonna hit it
i gave you what's yours but you still just don't get it

in between me and the life i've accepted
are so many people i've loved and rejected
the portraits are hung in the halls of my memory
i won't take them down and leave those walls empty

it's not that love is beautiful or even enticing
it's simply a habit that ain't worth the icing
on the cake that i bake with my head in the oven
oh come up behind me and gimme a good shove in
the hatred you've awakened won't go back to sleep soon
i just have to face it. i know i can't keep you
from wrapping me in white sheets and what you call a comforter
i'll be allright once i'm out of this dumpster

the teeth in my mouth have all turned to white marbles
though words may come out their whole meaning is garbled
and the marbles that i'm losing they all just hit the car like hailstones
as you drive me away and i leave you there alone

and now it's snowing


i feel like my shouts don't make it out


is there any way to make this alright?
cos i gave and i gave and you took it all in stride
and i don't mind
how the hell could i mind
and this could be the chance of a lifetime
the sweetest sack of red wine
hot chocolate at bed time

but it just wasn't my time.