Lyrics

I sit at my desk and think of things to write But they're not words, they're little rats I crawl with them through the cracks in the pavement We've found ways of getting through Alone With ticking clocks in my head We're on the phone And smiling with my every lie Lodged in the asbestos With my dirty little rats I found the word that I've been looking for (But I forgot so all this it's) And when I get back, I will let you know how things went Alone With ticking clocks in my head We're on the phone And smiling with my every liе I'm telling lies (Alone) I'm tеlling lies (Alone) I'm telling lies I'm telling I'm telling lies (Alone) I'm telling lies (Alone) I'm telling lies I'm telling lies I'm telling lies (Alone) I'm telling lies (Alone) I'm telling lies I'm telling I'm telling lies (Alone) I'm telling lies (Alone) I'm telling lies I'm telling Alone (alone) With ticking clocks in my head (With ticking clocks in my head) We're on the phone (We're on the phone) And smiling with my every lie Alone (alone) With ticking clocks in my head (With ticking clocks in my head) We're on the phone (We're on the phone) And smiling with my every lie I left my bike outside so long, it rusted Now it won't ride All those things I said I'd do I promised (I promised), I guess I lied And the rats I'm sure they're dead (everything is dead) I've packed them six feet under Surfacing like water, like spit