Hypocrisy
Upon a winding road...

You told me meet you out here around quater to...
And it's five past four, you're nowhere to be...

(re sub du 2 crap spellchecka cuttin of 1/2 the...
Lot's of people say...

The sunlight creeps through the window,
And your music from last night still echoes...

Ok, I guess that I must be psychologically...
And I owe this all to you, for what you put me...

Slowly calling the police,
Acting like I'm on my knees...

Re-occurring accidents
random acts of mindlessness...

Eyes burning with hate,
i despise her...

I'm not insane... I'm creative...
I'd love, to see your heart burn in my hands...

Ever sat all the way up here?
just to make it all seem clear...

Feel so empty,
now that you've gone...

How the hell did I let it get like this,
Don't know...