Lyrics:

second intermission, anticipation you know the third act small talk drops out of the play you're standing in the lobby tightening your tourniquet waiting for it waiting for it and the bell sounds and the lights flash and there's all these questions millin' around and there's no time to ask blissful little Miss Leading she's learning about bleeding but what is love if not exquisite art our only saving grace or is it and somewhere in your iris the reflection of my surprise is stroll past every last 'do not enter' and touch me in my epicenter and the bell sounds and the lights flash and there's all these questions millin' around and there's no time to ask I'm always trying to get there i never really get there to that quiet place where I accept myself instead I'm deep inside some high school locker room, no clothing popping zits of my self-loathing under flourescent lights and the bell sounds and the lights flash and there's all these questions millin' around they're too ashamed to ask second intermission, anticipation you know the third act small talk drops out of the play you're standing in the lobby tightening your tourniquet waiting for it waiting for it