Texty: Third Eye Blind. Thanks A Lot.

It's all in your mind,
She said
The darkness and the light,
The clock, it bleeds for you
But you never got the time in right,
I woke you up
And I slit the throat of your confidence,
And we laughed in the night,
And I felt all right,
All hands on deck boys
'Cause this ship was made to sink,
Your swabber salutes you now,
But I know what he's thinking,
I woke you up
And I slit the throat of your confidence,
And we laughed in the night,
And I felt all right.
Thanks a lot,
The clothes she wears mis-fit,
And she's nervous when she speaks,
Her zombie mom and dad
Live in a separate house of freaks.
I woke you up
And I slit the throat of your confidence,
I'm the one for you,
'Cause I know all the dirty things
You like to do,
I'm the fear in your eyes,
I'm the fire in your flies,
I'm the sound that's buzzing around your head,
Thanks a lot