| Passed out in the back of a cab |
| Could you pull over? I think that I’m trapped |
| Caught underwater, I beat on the glass |
| Gnawing my arm at the shoulder |
| Would you help me get out? |
| Ooh, it’s a highlight reel |
| Tell me how you feel |
| Pulling down a projector |
| Scratched in the back of my eyes |
| Hovering over, tangled in the power lines |
| Ooh, it’s a highlight reel |
| Tell me how you feel |
| Tell me what snuffed out the wick in your eye |
| Pumping your chest to make sure you’re alive |
| When it dies, you can tell me how much was a lie |
| I guess that’s for me to decide |
| When it dies, you can tell me how much was a lie |
| Oh, I guess, oh, I guess, oh, I guess |
| That’s for me to decide |