This man you see wearing my clothes
Sleeping in my bed, sleeping in my home
I think I tested, try not to upset him
Head for the exit, hope that nothing wakes it
I might have held the grenade too long
I should have talked, at least I wrote a song
I show you these hands, carry no blow
But these thoughts of violence just won't let me go
Come alive
My valentine
Come say hi
My valentine
And I miss the crowded streets
I'm thinking it's thinking, I'm thinking it's my banshee
I think I tested, try not to upset it
Head for the exit, hope that nothing wakes it
I am still afraid of nothing
Of nothing
I've been looking for a combination
