This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
  They've heard this one a thousand times
  Most exciting thing I do
  Hang half way out a third floor window,
  Maybe throw lit cigarettes down
  And maybe I'll catch fire,
  Something warm to hold me,
  Something pure to burn away the darkness
  That hides inside my mind
  All that evil shit's not hard to find
  I guess I only claim to be nice
    This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
  They've seen this face a thousand times
  Most relaxing thing I do
  Hang half way out a third floor window,
  And look at rocks if I fall out,
  And maybe I'll fall hard,
  Something tough to break me,
  Something sharp to rip into my insides
  And bleed out all that pain
  Sorry I don't even know your name
  I guess for me it's easy this way
    Maybe I'll catch fire,
  Something warm to hold me,
  Something pure to burn away the darkness
  That hides inside my mind
  All that evil shit's not hard to find
  I guess I only claim to be nice