I heard your not alone,   From the ghost inside your phone,   We kiss like we’re in love,   But it’s with what I don’t know…a thing.       And I like your septum pierced,   And the fact that you skipped your ears,   You cry a lot I think,   But I’ve never seen a tear.       He’s after you again,   And I think also his friend,   And I’m not sure you won’t leave me,   And I’m not sure then again.       Well I fear I’m an accessory,   Just a purse you swing,   That you will leave almost anywhere…if you find a better thing.       And I fear you’re like a chain smoker,   And I’m just one cigarette,   You’ll burn me to the filter…then you’re right on to the next.       And I think that you’re prepared,   But that don’t mean I’m not scared,   If I keep starin’ at the sun,   Pretty soon I won’t see anyone.       And I catch on to all your games,   ‘Cause I think I play the same ones,   And I thought I’d write this song,   And then found out who’s in the wrong.       And I fear you’re an accessory,   Just a badge I keep,   That I will leave almost anywhere…If I find a better thing.       And I fear I’m a chain smoker,   And you’re just one cigarette,   I’ll burn you to the filter…then I’m right on to the next.