A Trunk Full Of Dead Bodies

Youre old news
the way you act the way you flip your mood swings so briefly and stumble back to consciousness
I cant believe what you said, but I know some day youll be here in this box that I made for you
its almost too soon for this feeling of weaker eyes conceating my loathing for you
its all too close to the truth
sorry I slept through alarm clocks watching me
listened to everything
not exactly what I used to be
empty bottles clouded minds
jars with no lids in sight
its old news
your personality seems to lack something more then a smile shrugging back at me
how do your shoulders hold that had?
I guess that it must be lighter than air
can you spare please your sympathy?
its awfully intriguing on how you keep blaming me
pathetically youre all washed out and torn
your name makes me shake
my shirt wont come clean
its all in the advice that you take
its all in your head
[ Spare Me The Couch Lyrics ]