My ride broke down last night So I'm nowhere now in House 113 Your mouth is bleeding out From a razor blade in a tangerine I feel you haunting me every other year on my birthday If I had thought it out I would change this line Find an in-between Last night's ride never came Could you meet me here in the 7th room Nowhere forever now Feel like the lilacs grow, feel the panic bloom I feel you haunting me every other year on my birthday It's like being trapped in a fog You can be yourself but don't breathe the fumes