Picturing that you were dead is The only way to cope with my head  but it never lasted long  you’d never let me live with you gone   crying in my baby's arms  She tells me she doesn’t know how to shoot a gun  But if she did I’d never have to think about you anymore  You come home mad again  It’s always something I can never mend  You crack your medicine  You step towards me  And I start to defend  You hold me in your arms And then you let me be  I wait for you to fall asleep  So I can sit comfortably And you take what you want  And you slam the door in my face when I resist  You picture my head  Staying put While the door is your hand  Staying put While the door is your hand  Walking a few steps ahead You bolt and leave me stranded in the dark  I find you finally you say that I Should have just kept up  I sigh I lie and I lie and say that I am fine  I wait for you to fall asleep  So I can cry comfortably  And you take what you want (take what you want)  and you slam the door in my face when I resist  You picture my head (picture my head)  Staying put while the door is your hand Staying put while the door is your hand   And I wanted to hurt you back In a sit down whispered note Tried to find the upper hand So I could bend it until it broke But there was nothing I could say That would grab you by the throat Except that “I am not afraid of you anymore.”  And you took what you wanted And you slammed the door in my face when I resist   I picture your head  Rolling off into a dead end (x4) 

Driving home in your little blue car  You turn the corner and you pull off  Cut the engine before the seatbelt clicks out  And I answer your call I am living in crystal Two way glass I can see myself  But you cannot see me back  And you sit at a long brown  Conference table  Determine if I’ll fill what you lack  I’ve been stomach sick lately  I fantasize greatly  Of passing out  in a public space  And  The ambulance comes in  They call the next of kin  It’s months before I wake And by then everything is okay  You look hard at me  when you say  “You don’t love me, but you better stay” I tell you I’m sorry  I’ll shield my eyes  The next time the pretty girls pass me by  I am living in crystal two way glass I can see myself but you cannot see me back  And I sit at a long brown conference table Determine if it’s worth it just to pass  I’ve been stomach sick lately  I fantasize greatly  Of passing out in a public place And  The ambulance comes in  They call the next of kin  It’s months before I wake  And by then everything is okay  I wait in line for a better time  Breaking the glass comes with bad luck  But it eventually will pass  Till then I’ll try to find safety behind  It’s not you  I need someone whose more kind