Your Life On A Silver Platter

In a little deep aren't you, laying dazed in a bed filled up of two?
Oh but you are still sleeping alone
You're so, so sick of all the smoke the powertrips that are invoked
Oh but you're standing hand in hand and side by side

No one else out there baby, gets treated like you do
No one else out there baby, gets treated like you do
Why are you crying? Your birth marked your life in disguise
Who are you fooling? Not me

And there's so much dust that's growing on the strings, strung so tight to the body
The neck and notes, always mess up but your smile won't always cover it up
cover it up
cover it up