Faded floral wallpaper,
Carpet in blood red.
And though I've got a heavy heart,
My hands support my head.
Your eyes, just like diamonds.
And your gaze, it stops me dead.
The words just fall right out my mouth,
I don't know what I said.
I think I'm going crazy,
For you,
For you.
Scuffed black plastic furniture,
Walls painted fresh white.
I know I shouldn't kiss you,
But I think that I might try.
Thoughts flutter around my head,
A kind of constant fright.
I hope that you won't find this out,
You won't turn on the light.
I think I'm going crazy,
For you,
For you.
Before I will shut my eyes,
There's one thing that comes first.
I pray that I can just go back,
To put it in reverse.
You know, she seems alright,
And I guess I shouldn't hate her,
But she's the freshly painted wall,
And I'm the faded paper.