Nighttime is catching up Like a broken buttercup In my ethical assisted violence Tears are running out of order Why won't you talk to me Yesterday you talked so sweet ...very little... And a touch when we said goodbye Talk to me I'm just a sense of isolation Every day Of the week What are you doing in my room Talk to me Maybe we can have a conversation Like we did... ... When there was nothing else to see Tell me, are you having fun Even though what's said is done When the camera was rolling backwards And the video director slept (... won't they talk to me)/(Look what they've done to me) I'm looking like a broken Christmas tree ... silence With the lights Going out of tune Talk to me I miss the sense of isolation Every day Of every week What are you doing in my room Talk to me Maybe we can have a conversation ... ... When there was nothing else to see