Fighting Over Elevators

I saw you all alone upon the bed you use to float away
exacting your revenge on all the world and its pollution
we fought over the elevator, prizes that mean everything
I don’t know what you mean when you say I’m over the edge

you better wait for me
before you jump and sign a waiver
I’ve nothing to do with your extinction
and still i can’t believe, how helpless
you get to be

Don’t make me turn this car around, the way that you forget the end
300 miles away from home and you can’t stop exploding
we fought over the steering wheel, somehow it meant everything
I guess that you’re confused when you say I’m over the edge

but it’s ok that you’re in bed with me
it’s ok I’m not the only one
I don’t think you know what jesus wants for you
it’s ok – you don’t belong here

you better wait for me
before you jump and sign a waiver
I’ve nothing to do with your extinction
still i can’t believe just how helpless
you get to be