Trampled

I never done it, only sold it

To a couple of my friends

And now they're telling me that they feel fine

And it's a backwards way of thinking

But it's all that I've got

So I will keep it in the back of my mind

And it's a lonely conversation with a stranger I met

Asking me what I'm gonna do tonight

But I will never sleep again, so you can come on over

I bet you think we both could work out fine

And it's a phone call, says you hate me

Your boyfriend wants to know where I've been

But it's a waste of time, you see I've lost weight

My bones are practically sticking through my skin

And it's a question of religion, a question I want answered

It's an answer that is in myself

But I am absent, and I am hollow

Most of the time, I think I'm someone else

And I am bored, just like a summer cop

Think what I'm doing's gonna make a difference

And I keep screaming and asking him to stop

But I doubt he will, because he never listens

My bed is small but I cannot complain

Because it won't, it won't make a difference

You could come over if that is what you decide

And we could both stay up

Try to watch the sunrise

And it's a phone call, says you hate me

Your boyfriend wants to know where I've been

But it's a waste of time, you see I've lost weight

My bones are practically sticking through my skin

And it's a question of religion, a question I want answered

It's an answer that is in myself

But I am absent, and I am hollow

Most of the time, I think I'm someone else

But it's a phone call (It's a phone call)

Says you hate me (Why do you hate me?)

And your boyfriend, he wants to know where I've been

(Why do you hate me?)

But it's a waste of time, you see I've lost weight

Oh, well, my bones are practically sticking, practically sticking

Through my skin (Through my skin)

Through my skin (Through my skin)

Through my skin

Through my skin (Why do you hate me?)

Why do you hate me?

Ah, but it's a phone call, says you hate me

Your boyfriend wants to know where I've been

But it's a waste of time, you see I've lost weight

My bones are practically sticking through my skin

(They're sticking through my skin)

And it's a question of religion, a question I want answered

It's an answer that is in myself

(I got questions, I got questions)

But I am absent, and I am hollow

Most of the time, I think I'm someone else