The other day I was thinking about changing my mind around Like a workshop, pick the lock, figure me out before you do Now who's there? Wait to see if you care and you don't I caught a plane just to watch the city lights, does that bother you? But I know it won't, cause when I die, so will you. Failing curiosity But I guess we're all the aliens here, when am I ever wrong? When you're not real I feel like killing myself Does that bother you? My eclectic mind doesn't liken to your friends, or your friend's friends Or their friends The other day I was thinking about tying the rope around Can't pick that solid lock, hard to cop Never will know, neither will you I'd rather humour than to deal with these skins, does that bother you? Watching their pastel throats, fallen coats Struggling for air Where your friends gone now? Where your friends gone now? Distorted nights Car lights Needs less you Just more my kind