This house is full of ears

But I can't talk to anyone

They've heard this one a thousand times

Most exciting thing I do

Hang half way out a third floor window

Maybe throw lit cigarettes down



Maybe I'll catch fire

Something warm to hold me

Something pure to burn away the darkness

That hides inside my mind

All that evil shit's not hard to find

I guess I only claim to be nice



This house is full of eyes 

But I can't look at anyone

They've seen this face a thousand times

Most relaxing thing I do

Hang half way out a third floor window

And look at rocks, if I fall out...



Maybe I'll fall hard

Something tough to break me

Something sharp to rip into my insides

And bleed out all that pain

Sorry, I don't even know your name

I guess for me it's easy this way



Maybe I'll catch fire

Something warm to hold me

Something pure to burn away the darkness

That hides inside my mind

All that evil shit's not hard to find

I guess I only claim to be nice