[Verse 1]
Saturday nights in low-cut shirts
Not making any choices that are proving your worth
I look at you
(Look at you)
And I'm on my high chair thinking I'm so holy, but when higher than the other then you start to get lonely
Yes you do
(Yes you do)
Are you forgetting I'm alive? Because I think I am
I'm invisible, and miserable with only my hands to hold myself
(And I'm losing my grip)
And when I pass, will I be immortal?
Remembered by the people on American Idol?
(Or be praised by worms?)

[Verse 2]
My castle stands with the draw-doors shut
The stones are truth
The moat is blood
Oh, look at me
(Look at me)
I hear you calling through walls so thick your voice is tearing them apart and it goes brick by brick
Don't look at me
(Don't look at me)
Does it hurt to say goodnight every now and then?
Well it probably does, because all good things end
Isn't that right?
(You know I'm right)
What ever you were proving hasn't fazed me a bit
Maybe I don't understand, maybe I should just quit being myself