Do love the dear departed Just try not to let it show Fixate on where it started But I'm not thinking about you, you're on your own A mind in a body is a child in a boat Hand on the wheel, disconnected from the yolk I used to think it was a bad thing to trust anything I'm talking true knuckle atrophy But all you need is a loose grip and a blindfold So tell me, who do you think you are? And where did you park the car? I tore my hair out, I couldn't relate Wrong kind of news for the end of the day And I'm pathetic now