Fog in my field of vision Caught in a soft collision Set me up, let me down There's no force behind a frown A voicemail with no meaning Cheap lights are always gleaming On the ground, from up above Get your kicks from giving shoves Oh plastic candle wick Keep me warm and get me sick I don't want to put it out Take my teeth out of my mouth And hold them in yours hands Drop them to see where they land Pick them up, count again We'll take turns 'cause we are friends