We could open windows Fix the fridge light and replace the phone Maybe it will fix us If we spend our lives on country roads Writing 'bout the weather In a playground we're not supposed to roam I scattered all the eggshells In the hallway for when you get home I'm on your waterbed Wishing I was you I know you want me dead My talking's killing you Calling out to no one Think we might need a professional This post code poppy playground While a ships off [?] out off the coast I'm on your waterbed Wishing I was you I know you want me dead My talking killing you I'm on your waterbed Wishing I was you I know you want me dead My talking killing you I know you want me dead My talking killing you My talking killing you