This song is not about you
It's not about me
It's about the blood and the blade
Stabbed into the back of somebody
Somebody who is someone who is stable
But still remains unable to really be himself
Cause if he were he
Than she would still be with somebody
And not someone else

This song is not about me
And the battles that I've won
It's about the warped kitchen floor
From the water left on to run
And the pile of dirty dishes
That are never done
And the ashes in the sink
Floating in the water
Somebody doesn't wanna
But somebody oughta

Lay down the law, don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for a while
Lay down the law, don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for a while

This song is a survey of scenes somebody sees
Masked with melodies
There's no way to let go, no way to forget
That there's nowhere to grow
Just the room to regret
Where she holds him back confined to a space
But she holds somebody in the first place

Lay down the law, don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for a while
Lay down the law, don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for a while

Somebody is stranded light years from home
On a planet where people
Are not like his own
Where they pay to be brainwashed
And told what to see
And not many dare question authority
Where a sick television is coughing up blood
And it stains every life and it's starting to flood
Fills the holes in our brains
As it pour from the screens
And it stains the newspapers and the magazines

Lay down the law, don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for a while
Lay down the law, don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for a while