Well the pills I got they ask me lets go out for a while. And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile. Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me. Boy those wings are made of wax. While the things I do to kill me. They just tell me to relax. But oh Cinderella. All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms. Iâ€™m not the fellow. To protect you or to keep you from all your harm. And I donâ€™t know which is worse. To wake up and see the sun. Or to be the one be the one. Be the one thatâ€™s gone. And the empty bottle it misses you. Yeah and Iâ€™m the one that itâ€™s talking to. And with you and I just barely strangers. Iâ€™m pretty much just left the fool. Damn donâ€™t the streets look empty though?. Just wandering round here without you. Oh the empty bottle it misses you and Iâ€™m the one itâ€™s talking to. And I donâ€™t know which is worse. To wake up and see the sun. Or to be the one be the one thatâ€™s gone. .