I was set up, from the get-up

And I drove the wrong way home

Into your eyes, of blue

I could barely take my mind off you



So you set it, then you let it

Slowly take the life from you

Getting so high, from the fumes

Of a burned out, so-called you



And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe

We could try to find a way to walk right through

The plastic wall between my heart and you



You were faking, I'd mistaken

You for someone I was once knew

Into the ring, I flew

Like a wrestler falls on cue

Can you show me

Please show me

Why it all went down in flames

Was it cuz I made it through

And you were just too fucked up to



And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe

We could finally find a way to walk right through

The plastic wall between my heart and you



Head is stinging, phone is ringing

Words just burn right on my tongue

Please put up the magazine

I'm burning up like gasoline

I'm all alone on the phone

So baby won't you please pick up



I was set up, from the get-up

won't you please pick up the phone



I feel so far away from close to you and baby

All I wanted was to see you walk right through

And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe

We can finally find a way to walk right through

The plastic wall between my heart and you