You're a glass half full kind of gal.
And now you're galavanting about.
Pushing your piety on everyone else.
Paying your souls mortgage after the banks all filled.
You worship those crystals and think,
That heaven's just a ragged house
Honey let me tell you something all about hell-
It's not just dirty sheets in a run down motel
It's not just dirty sheets in a run down motel
It's your final resting place and your holding cell
It's the burning on your hand from table salt and ice
It's the sight of love fleeting from your girlfriend's eyes
Stop telling me
It's on the inside
Stop telling me
It's on the inside
Stop telling me
It's on the inside
Stop telling me
It's not just dirty sheets in a run down motel
It's not just dirty sheets in a run down motel
It's not just dirty sheets in a run down motel
It's your final resting place and your holding cell
It's not just dirty sheets in a run down motel
It's your final resting place and your holding cell
It's the burning on your hand from table salt and ice
It's the sight of love fleeting from your girlfriend's eyes
Your self righteous love who doesn't want you like I do
And your great-great-grandfather doesn't need you like I do
You don't need a husband, honey I need a wife.
You don't care about me but you're my whole life.
So stop telling me
It's on the inside
Stop telling me