I opened the fire door to four lips

None of which were mine

Kissing

Tightened my belt around my hips

Where your hands are missing

And stepped out in the cold collar high

Under the slate gray sky

The air was smoking and the streets were dry

And I wasn't joking when I said goodbye

Past magazine quality men talking on the corner

French no less much less of them than us

So why do I feel like something's been rearranged

You know, taken out of context

I must seem so strange

Killed a cockroach so big

It left a puddle of puss on my wall

You know, when you and I are lying in bed

You don't seem so tall

I am singing now

Because my tear ducts are too tired

And my mind is disconnected

But my heart is wired

I make such a good statistic

Someone should study me now

Someone's got to be interested in how I feel

Just because I'm here and I'm real

Oh how I miss

Substituting the conclusion to a confrontation with a kiss and

Oh how I miss

Walking up the edge and jumping in

Like I could feel the future on your skin