I'm pretty much just left a fool
Are all too dull to smile
Or to be the one, be the one
Yeah, and the sun it tries to warn me
And the knives up in the kitchen
And with you and I just barely strangers
And all your charms
While the things I do to kill me
I'm not the fellow
Or to be the one, be the one
And I'm the one it's talking to
Oh, the empty bottle it misses you
Yeah, and I'm the one that it's talking to
But oh, Cinderella
And I don't know which is worse
And the empty bottle it misses you
Boy those wings are made of wax
Just wandering round here without you
Or to keep you from all your harm
All dressed up in all your boots
That's gone
To wake up and see the sun
They just tell me to relax
And I don't know which is worse
To wake up and see the sun
To protect you
Damn, don't the streets feel empty though?
