Somebody did try to follow you home.
That's not the way, just let it flow.
Right across the street, in the parking lot,
The tree is dead, the front door is locked.
There are moments I pray, that fence would crumble . . .
Grabbed us by the throat, did I choke and stumble?
This will never work, this will never work.
Check my pulse as I swallow dirt.
I'm cutting myself with my own morals,
I never meant to write about you (never meant to write about you)
The one contact that I loved so much,
But passing my own heart,
What could possibly be within?
Do you think about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
