You have this thought inside your head
That I'm some romantic sight...

The look in your eyes as they reflected the moon
A silver plate in the sky that we lay under...

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick...

Sometimes it's hard to know where I'm standing
Sometimes life is a plane and I don't know where...

Roses grow redder
Her eyes violent blue...

You keep going to the bathroom
Saying you'll be right back...

Do you look in the mirror
How ever you feel...

So another sleepless night
Another midnight wide awake...

She smokes next to the window
That the rain makes its way down...