By the power at my hands and the shorted wires in my head,
I've come here thinking you care.
In the water that stands before me,
in the depths of the air around me,
I don't like this anymore.
As I read the words she wrote to me,
and remember the words you spoke to me,
I think of nothing but candy and Coke's.
And falling down, and becoming one with the floor.
And falling down, I don't like this anymore.