I'm gonna assume that my phone is broken
Delivery reports have ruined my life
Half a bowl of cereal's left me choking
Choking on time
My guitar is on the floor
I think I'll leave it there where it belongs
But I know if I get out of bed
I will trip on her neck
And the comfort of hitting the floor grows closer
Naked, boneless and fragile, oh
Pick up the guitar and swing at my head
Shatter my bones and leave me in a mess
I will hang myself in the strings