Sick of walls and radio space
Microwaved skin's too thin
Made up rules and we stuck to them
40 knots till I see your face
The way people talk keeps me up till dawn
Too stoned to scream them down
Thought of places we haven't been
A perfect waste of an evening
And they don't need to know my reasons
And they don't need to know my face
So I will stay with the termites tonight
And try to make everything alright