Safe floating in tears
Near work water coolers, been here for years
I'm scared
Of forty more, at least this path is clear
And after 5 I'm stealing
From the life of someone who
Hates what they do, and I've got two
That I take turns in
Is someone coming after me
Got twice as much to lose
I'd rather keep them both with me
Bottle them so they don't bruise
"B, are-you feeling fine?"
Rooms could be empty
A seven hour drive, no guarantees
Just wish, I could find in central queens
A psychic saying, "pick this dream"
Cause, it'd make this easier
I'm draining both these parts of me
And no-one really knows
Got twice as much to lose
"B, are-you feeling fine?"
Yeah, I know which one's mine
Can't you see