Reel me in.
About to give a rest,
I was always steps behind.
I'm dropping other lines out,
but they're using them to hang me out to dry.
Trying to picture your house,
I want to be there every night.
Feeling tied to the tracks,
but the train is days behind anyways.
They put you in the New York Times,
but your roommates tore it up.
It's no reflection on you that some people just despise and hate your guts.
You got everything and more,
you've got everything and more,
you've been everywhere and more,
you got everything and more.
I do without,
and nothing but a dream about it.
How long I've been dreaming about you,
I'll never know,
but think I'll dream about nothing anymore.
Calculations have been made,
step into no-man's-land.
There's been some miscalculations,
there's no room left to stand.
Calculations have been made,
step into no-man's-land.
There's been some miscalculations,
there's nowhere here for you to stand.
Fucked up in the tail lights,
waving a flag made from my shirt.
I read my own miranda rights and lied face first in the dirt.
On the very last night of your life,
shut it down,
just hit delete.
Crowd source from the great beyond,
because there's no chance you'll compete.
You got everything and more,
you've got everything and more,
I do without.
Calculations have been made,
step into no-man's-land.
There's already thousands of people,
there's no room left to stand.
Calculations have been made,
step into no-man's-land.
There's been some miscalculations,
there's nowhere left for you to stand.
The calculations have been made,
step into no-man's-land.
There's been some miscalculations,
there's no room left to stand.
Calculations have been made,
step into no-man's-land.
There's been some miscalculations,
there's nowhere here for you to stand.