You made your bed, now lie in it you masochist of mayhem
This mortal coil is up for grabs in danger forever
I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside you head
Now I would swear that there must be
A thousand possibilities to mend you heart
Now take these words & tie them up
& give them back, give them back
For I
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you
You call collect & I reject your foul abuse & your language
Where?s your sense of etiquette?
Can?t you assess the damage?
I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside your head
I would swear that there must be
A thousand possibilities to mend our hearts
Now take these tears & cry them in
Your pillow dear & I?ll be near
For I
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you