You sit surrounded by people you know,
You've taken special precautions so your scars...

You don't have the right to tell me who I am,
You don't have the right to tell me what I...

Look left see the bullets,
Bullets wrapped in a bottle...

Waiting for her one chance to be alone,
Wishing to be anywhere but home...

Look left see the bullets in the bottle,
They whisper to you, take you by the hand...

My heart screams to be heard,
Someone please let it out...

His voice sells all the old lies.
The ones she's bought a million times...

Waiting in emergency rooms
Everything's beige...