It's been five minutes

And I'm barely two steps from your bedroom door

On my way home

Feeling kind of stoned

Just one more, before I go

Thank God something is wrong

It stings inside my head, harm

No foul, no harm

Look in my mirror

See what I can see

I'm drifting apart

Drifting outta me

It stun when I hit my head hard

I'm sorry for the crack

On your bedroom wall

Thank God there must be something

Something wrong with me

Or you (Or you)

Or just both us too

It only burns

This close to the sun

Because I set the microwave to forty-five

Plus one