Fog in my field of vision
Caught in a soft collision
Set me up, let me down
There's no force behind a frown
A voicemail with no meaning
Cheap lights are always gleaming
On the ground, from up above
Get your kicks from giving shoves
Oh plastic candle wick
Keep me warm and get me sick
I don't want to put it out
Take my teeth out of my mouth
And hold them in yours hands
Drop them to see where they land
Pick them up, count again
We'll take turns 'cause we are friends