I'm sorry that your dad's dead
I hope you amend it
I think I've lost a lot of my friends
Through belief that I'm an instrument

Fuck me if you must, then
Treat me like an old friend
I can't exist within my own head
So I insist on haunting your bed

If you could only hear what I said
You'd see...I'm not scared any more
I'm not scared...
I'm not scared...
I'm not scared...
I'm not scared...
I'm not scared...

Spin your car around, push your head down, down, down
Smashing to the ground with you
There's been a piece of glass found and a terrible sound, sound
What if they say it's true?
Oh, I prefer it in your bed, television set

I'm not scared...
I'm not scared...
I'm not scared...