Text: Incubus. A Crow Left Of The Murder. Sick Sad Little World.

:
No, You're not the first to fall apart
But always the first one to complain
You better get careful or you'll compromise
Everything You are

This world is a drought when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the above
"I'm making a choice to be out of touch.
Leave me be." He said,

"Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!"

I've never had unpaid confidantes
It's more than I would care to explain
But I have an open door policy
When it comes to blame

This world is a joke when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the above
"I'm making a choice to be out of touch.
Leave me be." He said,

"Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!"