Dead stop on the curb   With eyes in back of my head   Curbside inside around parking ? ?    Got a sore throat keeping you down   A sick desire been creeping around   Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest   And the closer I am to you the thicker it gets   A knife in the back and stuck in one place   With a pat on the back and a slap on the face      Keep trying to see from a better position   It's no good   And it never really makes any difference   If it could      Sick of having to start all over again   Here comes a big insider, turn myself in   Thinking of ways to explain everything   This sick desire, don't you do a thing      Keep trying to see from a better position   It's no good   And it never really makes any difference   If it could      Sick of having my hear right all over my face   And the backseat drivers taking my place   Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead   It's a cruel reminder and it's all in my head