Your head in your hands on the edge of the bed

She's sleeping gently in her head





You know nothing's going to work out right

You know nothing's going to be just fine

You know nothing's going to work out now that you've crossed that line





You see a devil in the mirror

You see an image coming clearer





It says nothing's going to be all right

Nothing's going to be just fine

Nothing's going to work out that you've crossed that line





Doesn't she know that you're leaving this time

Doesn't she know that you're already gone

Doesn't she know that you're leaving this time





You're pacing the floor like you're going somewhere

You run your hands gently through her hair