I hold my knife wrong- just like a pencil
You said all along – could be more sentimental
Now with our toothbrush standing guard
Feel safe through the night with our teeth grinding hard

I’m a slave - to everything that weighs me down
In my wake - a thousand promises I’ve scattered around

Technology keeps me warm
under those blinking lights
my TV friends all say and do what I could never
If nothing better comes along 
I’m keeping my ice trays filled
cause you never know, what guests might show  
all last minute

If these long silly bones should say nothing in reply
We’ll know that it’s words that properly failed us
from the playground of our minds

I’m a slave - to everything that weighs me down
You said you’re afraid – that Mr. Second chance ain’t comin around