I stare out the window
Collecting interference
Sometimes my whole life's
A near death experience
Don't tell me I don't know
What's best for me
'Cause what's best for me
Is we disagree
Sometimes it feels like
Eating glass
Sometimes it feels like
Eating glass all of the time
I measure the floor
Walking back and forth
The telephone don't ring
Doesn't give me anything
I am filled
With the need
Confident in knowing
That I need
Sometimes it feels like
Eating glass