Crystal

Driving home in your little blue car
You turn the corner and you pull off
Cut the engine before the seatbelt clicks out
And I answer your call

I am living in crystal
Two-way glass
I can see myself
But you cannot see me back
And you sit at a long brown
Conference table
Determine if I'll fill what you lack

I've been stomach sick lately
I fantasize greatly
Of passing out in a public space
And
The ambulance comes in
They call the next of kin
It's months before I wake
And by then everything is okay

You look hard at me
When you say
"You don't love me, but you better stay"

I tell you I'm sorry
I'll shield my eyes
The next time the pretty girls pass me by

I am living in crystal two-way glass
I can see myself, but you cannot see me back
And I sit at a long brown conference table
Determine if it's worth it just to pass

I've been stomach sick lately
I fantasize greatly
Of passing out in a public place
And
The ambulance comes in
They call the next of kin
It's months before I wake
And by then everything is okay

Is okay, is okay, is okay

I wait in line for a better time
Breaking the glass comes with bad luck
But it eventually will pass
'Til then I'll try to find safety behind
It's not you
I need someone who's more kind