Driving home in your little blue car
You turn the corner and you pull off
Cut the engine before the seatbelt clicks out
And I answer your call

I am living in crystal, two way glass
I can see myself but you cannot see me back
And you sit at a long brown conference table
Determine if I´ll fill what you lack

I´ve been stomach sick lately
I fantasize greatly
Of passing out in a public space
And the ambulance comes in
They call the next of kin
It´s months before I wake
And by then everything is okay

You look hard at me when you say
“You don´t love me, but you better stay”
I tell you I´m sorry, I´ll shield my eyes
The next time the pretty girls pass me by

I am living in crystal, two way glass
I can see myself but you cannot see me back
And I sit at a long brown conference table
Determine if it´s worth it just to pass

I´ve been stomach sick lately
I fantasize greatly
Of passing out in a public place
And the ambulance comes in
They call the next of kin
It´s months before I wake
And by then everything is okay

I wait in line for a better time
Breaking the glass comes with bad luck
But it eventually will pass
´Til then I´ll try to find safety behind, it´s not you

I need someone who´s more kind