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
'Til then I'll try to find safety behind, it's not you
I need someone who's more kind
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