Crash

I put my best foot first and it got burned Communication always hurts I got myself so deep inside a hole I taste the air so thin as I get old (I don't think so) 'Cause I can, old (I don't think so) She's my hands, she's my hands Picks me up when I crash down Build me wings so I can glide She's my novacaine ride (Novacine!) Pick up the pieces of my world Glue them together, I wish I could I can't believe it as the picture fades Just like a TV but the sound remains (I don't think so) (No I don't think so) She's my hands, she's my hands Picks me up when I crash down Build me wings so I can glide She's my novacaine ride (Novacine!) Feel it as I shake Shatter illusions fade Taste my bitter tears Cut my heart with shears (I don't think so) (I don't think so) 'Cause I can feel (I don't think so) She's my hands, she's my hands Picks me up when I crash down Build me wings so I can glide She's my novacaine ride She's my hands, she's my hands Picks me up when I crash down No, no Novacaine