Lyrics:

Dead stop on the curb With eyes in back of my head Curbside inside around parking ? ? Got a sore throat keeping you down A sick desire been creeping around Got a gallon of blood squeezing thru my chest And the closer I am to you the thicker it gets A knife in the back and stuck in one place With a pat on the back and a slap on the face Keep trying to see from a better position Its no good And it never really makes any difference If it could Sick of having to start all over again Here comes a big insider, turn myself in Thinking of ways to explain everything This sick desire, dont you do a thing Keep trying to see from a better position Its no good And it never really makes any difference If it could Sick of having my hear right all over my face And the backseat drivers taking my place Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead Its a cruel reminder and its all in my head