This man you see wearing my clothes Sleeping in my bed, sleeping in my home I think I tested, try not to upset him Head for the exit, hope that nothing wakes it I might have held the grenade too long I should have talked, at least I wrote a song I show you these hands, carry no blow But these thoughts of violence just won't let me go Come alive My valentine Come say hi My valentine And I miss the crowded streets I'm thinking it's thinking, I'm thinking it's my banshee I think I tested, try not to upset it Head for the exit, hope that nothing wakes it I am still afraid of nothing Of nothing I've been looking for a combination