There’s nothing cute nothing funny about it Woke up at noon, it was sunny, I cried and I shouted Please Tell me I'm real Blow off the ceiling now Won’t cover my ears Now here I am and here you aren’t and I’d forgotten That I exist outside this car lonely and rotting Talking to the road we have an arrangement No it won’t tell a soul if I marry the pavement Please Say I'm not real I’ll cut a deal with you My blood as the seal I feel the Sun come up Feel it’s teeth and gums I hear the birds lament You should try repentance