After Hour Pefection

Laughing alone on, your bed of nails

What you call home now, some might call jail

Are you sleepless? Well I am too...

I can't believe that you went right on (lifting) here without me

What's the point if no one dies when this whole thing comes crashing down

Are there no phones there? Or just no dimes?

Have you no feelings? Or just no time?

This song is a phone call, it don't all rhyme

I play a movie in my head, I always change the ending

I cut the part when you go crazy with those men and (fathers)

and I'm the (moment), I think I'm one of them

Whatever I've done to you, tell me I'm not one of them

My understanding, it still stands

All that you will see are these demands

I'm the (moment), I think i'm one of them

I'm the (moment), i think i'm one of them