Safe floating in tears Near work water coolers, been here for years I'm scared Of forty more, at least this path is clear And after 5 I'm stealing From the life of someone who Hates what they do, and I've got two That I take turns in Is someone coming after me Got twice as much to lose I'd rather keep them both with me Bottle them so they don't bruise "B, are-you feeling fine?" Rooms could be empty A seven hour drive, no guarantees Just wish, I could find in central queens A psychic saying, "pick this dream" Cause, it'd make this easier I'm draining both these parts of me And no-one really knows Got twice as much to lose "B, are-you feeling fine?" Yeah, I know which one's mine Can't you see