Hey boy, stop pacing 'round the room
Using other people's faces as a mirror for you
I know your lungs need filling
Since your gums have lost their feeling
But don't say you're giving it up again
And do you have a card?
My irregular heart beat is starting to compact itself
He's just a simple diabetic that prevents the empathetic
From being just and giving it up
And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind