To Be the One

I'm not the fellow
Oh, the empty bottle it misses you
Just wandering round here without you
They just tell me to relax
Yeah, and the sun it tries to warn me
And I'm the one it's talking to
Or to be the one, be the one
And I don't know which is worse
To wake up and see the sun
All dressed up in all your boots
Boy those wings are made of wax
I'm pretty much just left a fool
To protect you
That's gone

But oh, Cinderella
Or to be the one, be the one
To wake up and see the sun

Are all too dull to smile
While the things I do to kill me
And the knives up in the kitchen

Damn, don't the streets feel empty though?
And I don't know which is worse
Or to keep you from all your harm
And with you and I just barely strangers
And the empty bottle it misses you
And all your charms
Yeah, and I'm the one that it's talking to