I look outside the sky is grey
And the clouds are filled with rain
It makes me jealous how it opens up and
I'm stuck inside again
I'm like a sitcom polyester family
Inside my T.V.
I'm the boy in the bubble and you
Can't touch me
I'll never open up
I'm never coming out and
I fear every time when the government calls
I'm absent hiding in my closet
I feel like a news correspondent
Got lockjaw can't tell you that I love you
Got lockjaw can't tell you that I love you
I stand in the mirror and I pull my hair out
I can't control my thoughts
I wonder why my eyes are dry as a desert
My stomach's tied in knots
I'm like a freak show sitting on a sidewalk
My outline drawn in chalk, yeah
I freeze every time I hear the phone ring
I'll never hear you knock
I'll never open up
I'm never coming out and
I fear every time when the government calls
I'm absent hiding in my closet
I feel like a news correspondent
Got lockjaw can't tell you that I love you
Got lockjaw can't tell you that I love you
I thumb through magazines to garner love facts
Cosmo's got seven tips
I pick up the phone and I try to call you
No words just frozen lips, yeah
I send a message, but you know it's always cryptic