You, you don't belong
In this prison-like hospital
But I feel so responsible

And I know you feel ashamed
Just show me what you started with, that blade


Brought you some clean clothes
A calling card for the payphone
Magazines, headphones, CDs,

To grant you a distraction
Cause I know there's no one here to take you home


You'll be alright
My sound advice
Just hope you know

We are done
It's time to move on


Losing your voice in the crowded streets
Pulsing crunch of machinery
Oh so harsh frequency

In the city that we love

We love, we love, we love, love


Paint chipped and scraped
Evidence of forced entry

Red with disgust, violated
Remind me why I love
Living in this city I call home


Passenger's side, left open wide
Glass scattered about

Broken along with my optimism

Losing your voice in the crowded streets

Pulsing crunch of machinery
The oh so harsh frequency
In the city that we love


We love, we love, we love, love


None of your schemes work on me
Smoke signals are jokes to see
The smell sticks to your clothes

It's on everything I own