i put my shoes on then i'm out the door    i think your just another whore    but i don't care this time    i wait a minute then i start to think    i turn around and i start to sink    in what i'm meddling in    the bathroom smells like shit    i know your sick of it    why don't you call the plumber    christmas decorations are still on    i know they're nice but come on    its half way through the summer    i can't believe this mess    you know i must confess    direct me to the phone    and all i can see    is a tower of dreams    and real love bursting out of every    seems to me sometimes when i am hiding in my mind    that i am stuck here and there's no way out of the mess    that i'm in and i'm fine within    i'm falling now