Cold winds raging in your brain With storms brewing up coffee pots again Walk it off, take a bow You've done your part, you've said your vows You're always ready to take it to the edge And Lord knows you love making a mess With scattered emotion across the room To flee and hide in your family heirlooms Don't make me cry you poor girl Was it worth it to fall with your back to the world? Keep picking the scabs on your scraped knees Keep chasing that high while you're praying for peace What was the point in talking again? Make me believe we could be friends All your abstract underlying themes Moving through your maze, it seems Oh so ideal, don't it look good? To redefine senses as we choose Only when it suits you, morality's queen With black ink stains on your dictionary Don't make me cry you poor girl Was it worth it to fall with your back to the world? Keep picking the scabs on your scraped knees Keep chasing that high while you're praying for peace