Take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head Say, "I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in" Well when we were made we were set apart But life is a test and I get bad marks Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins The storm is coming, the storm is coming in
Maybe in five or ten, yours and mine will meet again Straighten this whole thing out Maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy This is the distance And this is my game face