I doubt god exists but if he does He can always take me down a dark alley You're looking so sinister and deceased Something strange is at the window The thin hands that knock and knock and knock Emily, did you really think that would work with me? Well at least you have that pinch situation sorted And I know the growing pains are prominent now Salad days were more like painful days And we're all going to die one day But it happens over and over again for me Another poisoned promise from me I've got a problem I just can't fix Another lonely road that leads to another lonely road