Her bleeding heart's still hung up on the wall
And I haven't gotten 'round to listening to Paul
McCartney
Ten too many fingers running through her hair
As a line of lost potential soars straight through the air
Now you're in hate because you missed the jar of lightning, honey
I see that nothing's on behind those eyelids
You're just being nice
I'm locked inside an apartment with a psycho killer
Toss it to the side
Along with all the other thoughts that you've had tonight
Teeth
Sounds like I'm lying through my own teeth
Bang
You can't see anything through those bangs
Long
Looks like I went a little bit too long
Gave you too much to think about I guess
I get no rousing applause -- it's silence from their fingers
And everyone is laughing at me
But I know it isn't at my zingers
With a name like Pagliacci the quiet only lingers
I don't mean to be hurtful, but somebody's purple
You've stopped swallowing your food
And I was just joshing around, but I botched it
And now I've ruined the mood
Well I get that way when the circus goes
Hey oh
