[blurryface]

this is me standing in the arch of the door
hating that look that's on your face
that says there's another fool like me
there's one born every minute, there's one born every minute

(the next time the phone can wring my neck, it gets no answer
and the time that i spent telling it my roots...
i'm shaking in my boots
still it looks at me like an old friend i've betrayed
the dark side of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed)