Have I become a recluse?
What is it that other people do that doesn't leave a bruise?
He's smirking under his skin,
our divide is steel but paper thin,
I'm breaking through.

I remember someone say that
there's always a rat close by (x2)
I think it's time that you made up your mind,
decide, who's still on your side.

I'm six feet over my head,
the concept of privacy is dead,
but I'm here alone.
If everyone in the room could hear themselves sing out of tune,
then they'd feel like I do.

I remember someone say that
there's always a rat close by
I think it's time that you made up your mind,
decide, who's still on your side.

Have I become a recluse?
What is it that other people do that doesn't leave a bruise?
He's smirking under his skin,
our divide is steel but paper thin,
I'm breaking through.

I remember someone say that
there's always a rat close by
I think it's time that you made up your mind,
decide, who's still on your side.