Hey Mister "Right The Wrong." Now "I Don't Care At All." Do you think you're better off Now that you're alone? I don't think you know Who you are Where you come from Why you do those things you do Innocence of a romance you call a friend Do you cherish her? I'm taking notice but accomplishing nothing else Do you bury her? I swear Do you know if you're alive? Well I've been thinking over Over and over how brilliant tongues make distant hands And that's just thinking slowly Like if only I had gotten out Won't you show her How you hold her in your head In your arms By the throat First you tell me that I'm under Now I'm over-complicating things And you're still twiddling your thumbs But I'm alive... How could you do this to me? In taking time, over and over unconscious encounters, you're no longer alone