I was set up, from the get-up
And I drove the wrong way home
Into your eyes, of blue
I could barely take my mind off you

So you set it, then you let it
Slowly take the life from you
Getting so high, from the fumes
Of a burned out, so-called you

And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe
We could try to find a way to walk right through
The plastic wall between my heart and you

You were faking, I'd mistaken
You for someone I was once knew
Into the ring, I flew
Like a wrestler falls on cue
Can you show me
Please show me
Why it all went down in flames
Was it cuz I made it through
And you were just too fucked up to

And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe
We could finally find a way to walk right through
The plastic wall between my heart and you

Head is stinging, phone is ringing
Words just burn right on my tongue
Please put up the magazine
I'm burning up like gasoline
I'm all alone on the phone
So baby won't you please pick up

I was set up, from the get-up
won't you please pick up the phone

I feel so far away from close to you and baby
All I wanted was to see you walk right through
And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe
We can finally find a way to walk right through
The plastic wall between my heart and you