Patient yet twitching, destructive and itching,
At stitches that made me this way,
Hold the old box of tricks full of yesterdays pictures,
Half open as you slide away.

And the doctor is calling, the circus is falling,
Big rock is eroding away,
It's a bitch to be caught in the storm again.

With a head full of traces of feelings and faces, 
distortion contorting my mind,
Take me on one last date, with the old trouble maker,
Who hung me up and left me behind

How I wish I could mend things and learn how to through away,
As I look for someone to blame
It's a bitch to be caught in the storm again

I ran up to the top of the hill,
To the basement I'm staying in still,
Where the used, confused I ran,

Read the note at my door,
Said I don't know what I'm doing this for,
In your ever after arms I rather fall

Things you don't really mean but you say them to see,
If a rumour could slip from your mouth,
With one foot in the past, talk to ghosts have a laugh,
Just to see what you're really about

Then I twist and shout, sick the whole demon out,
Just to check you've got something to say
It's a bitch to be caught in the storm again