Well no one’s gonna fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, “No one’s gonna listen, and no one understands.”
So there’s no open doors, and there’s no way to get though,
There’s no other witnesses, just us two.
There’s two people living in one small room,
From your two half-families tearing at you,
Two ways to tell the story no one worries,
Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
Two people talking inside your brain,
Two people believing that I’m the one to blame,
Two different voices coming out of your mouth,
While I’m too cold to care and too sick to shout.