umm song time and it explaines
sat outside my front window this story's going somewhere "he's well hung" and i am hanging up well theres a song on the radio that says "let's get this party started, let's get this party started" what you do on you own time's just fine my imagination's much worse than i ever wanted to know and what meant the world implodeded... inflated then demoted all my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance you said between your smiles and regrets "dont say it's over" dead and gone calm before the storm set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight reception less than warm set it off and the sun burnt out tonight the next time the phone can wring my neck it gets no answer and of the time that i've spent telling it my roots i'm shaking in my boots and still it looks at me like an old friend i've betrayed the darkside of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed the sun burnt out tonight I LIKE THIS ONE BETTER ITS CALLED CALIM BETWEEN THE STROM
Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you I must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we (talked)... I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself But you know that I could crush you with my voice Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me Hide the details I don't want to know a thing I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.