In winter you can freeze to death
Hot summer risks a stroke
Housefire traps you in your room
While you slowly die from smoke
Victims almost every time
Are killed by someone they know
A new friend is more threat than asset
The high’s not worth the low
Dogs have teeth and cops have guns
Gangbangers brandish knives
Fanatics blow themselves up, and you…
You have pretty eyes
It’s safe when no one’s watching
And I don’t want to die
So I cling to hope that lonely brings
And cry my hardest not to try
Yeah, I sing to glossy pictures
Behind my wall of things