Backwards, forwards but making no ground at all
Standing in the city with the clocks counting one
And your face is still wet from the fight before
As your tears hit the ground, blue flowers spring from them
Baby, I'm ashamed of the things I put you through
Baby, I'm ashamed of the man I was for you
 [bad word] 
And all you said in your quietest voice
Was "I needed you as much as they do"

How fast must [bad word] before we can just take off in flight?
How far must [bad word] before they do not recognize us?
So let's take this from the start, you'll be me and I'll be you
And let's try not [bad word] about your smoking
And my distant heart
And my distant heart
And my distant heart
 [bad word] 

(Too many mirrors in this house)
(And I don't like to see myself like this)
(I'm [bad word] the man I used to be I guess)
(These walls could tell you a thing or two)
(Things that you really don't want to know)
(Lend me your eyes for your point of view)
(Lend me your feet and I'll stand up for you)
 [bad word]