Shove me down these narrow stairs
I'm nowhere even close to being scared
This grim fiasco's growing stale
A plastic mask to hide the frown
I'm rumbled and the only way is down
Let's ditch this joint and get away
Lightning shouldn't hit me twice
Hemingway survived two fated flights
Then found salvation in himself
Oh the disarray that it creates
You left me like a jester spinning plates
I'm suffering a dizzy spell

The rent gets paid
My wheels rotate
And everyday I want to tell you things that I can't bring myself to say
What's that? The sound of falling plates
Yeah well I'm the one to blame
I'm the one to blame, I'm the one to blame

Keep doing what you've always done
Keep getting what you've always got
Still standing where it all began
Still living in the town that time forgot

“I want to tell you how I feel, but I don't want you to know”