The icy nights framed by car headlights
Predictability lost it's top factor
Found my thoughts locked behind the back door
Wouldn't let them come in, and left them there.
Their jeering and their told-you-so's
Are just oh-so-much to handle
Opened my eyes and pretended not to see what was there
Your glassy face and your plastic stare
Tried so hard to fake it
Make you think you were worth it.
Took off your mask
And then you weren't worth shit.