Goodbye old friend, my paranoid
We’ll meet again someday
Life [bad word] out,
I guess I had enough
I need to go now

I used to live in a house of glass
Where no [bad word] or goes
Watching life outside
I used to stand behind the door
And hope the wind won’t blow
And mess my fears around
It took me so long to find out where they're hiding

Music like rain,
over my deepest feelings
Are you faking that?

Music like rain, over my deepest feelings
Are you faking that?

Faking that...

Goodbye old friend, my paranoid
We’ll meet again someday
Life [bad word] out
I guess I had enough I need to go now