Coming over to your house I see you waiting
  Turning over all the things I used to treasure
  Falling into something new and undetermined
  Not to worry, second best is not the end of life
    Burning bridges, empty words but not forgotten
  Empty fridges, dusty rooms and burning ashtrays
  Failing for you, taking every chance to prove it
  Got to worry see the things I cherish start to slip
    I don't know what you want me to be
  'cause you push me around till I can't even breathe
  I don't know what you are doing to me
  You have turned me into something ugly and cheap
    Indecision, tender words with hidden meanings
  Try to listen, tolling bells is all I'm hearing
  Count the hours till they fade and all's forgotten
  In the passion nothing seemed to matter at the time