Calling out for someone to take this all away Calling out for anyone to make it go away Try to kill the picture, the flowers in her hair Or taking shots of anything so I don't have to care Staring at a paper cup The emptiness inside She's going high someday She's going high someday Living with a photograph is really not the same I've kept it in the suitcase where no one ever came Watching other insects as they feel around my walls They say that taking anything don't change a thing at all Stare again, the photograph The plastic is her mind She's going high someday She's going high someday Crawls up the walls, yes, she crawls up the walls Staring at my body Christ, it isn't mine at all Crying out for someone to make it go away To take away this photograph so I can live again Staring at the plastic cups The emptiness inside She's going high someday She's going high someday Crawls up the walls Yes, she crawls up the walls Now I'm waiting for that day Yes, I'm waiting here that day