in the front seat on a dead street   where lonely people go to meet   and when I'm done and I come home   are you still waiting by the phone?      I know you don't know   but for how long can this go on?   got no one left to talk to   it all slips through   I win and I got sick too soon      what day hides and stresses by   bubbles up at night time   get off the phone let yourself go   don't waste no time on me      if I can use my feet again   I swear I'll go away   got no one left to talk to   it all slips through   I win and I got sick too soon      in the front seat on a slow street   in the back row of a late show      concentrated darkness   dissolves the only part I did enjoy   I open up my mouth   I spit it out!