The floor is cracked The rain is wet Things that you call truth I call one in a million The walls are grey But that's okay Things that you call yours I call one in a million And I don't want... I can't hear your words Before you say them I think I know this conversation's Political advice Careful calculations making Science out of situations Most people improvise And I don't want... I don't even want to be And I don't wanna see Even if it's good I saw you stall And acting like You didn't see me falling and I Thought you'd pray for it to rain It was clear You wouldn't come down here If it would interfere with What you had planned for the day Habits break like bombs Break like bones Shaped like tongues on thrones I saw you on monday You had it written all over your Face and now you've Written it all over everybody elses face I thought you on monday And I don't want... I don't even want to be And I don't wanna see Even if it's good for me I don't' wanna see I don't even want to see And I don't wanna be Even if it's good