Shiva Opens Her Arms

I'm so sick of people asking me, "Have I seen this guy that I look like"
When they mean that he looks like me
Aw, damn it all to hell, no, I wouldn’t know him too well
Except I broke into his home and then I broke his collarbone
His curtains hadn’t been opened in a week or two
And the one picture that that little corn-dog freaker has of you
Looks like it’s about to fall over, sure, yeah, it could just be the frame
Or it could be the fact that nothing in this house is ever on the level
Not even the toilet, both of you, it’s all askew, it'll be wrong forever

I dreamt up we're tumbling down a hill
The people standing around swear they never seen blows fall like this
Wherever he lands, stay away, it’s going to be bloody
Oh no, I miss you so

Church bells, now I’m awake and I guess it must be some kind of holiday
Go tell them that he better behave, it’s pretty hard to rise from the grave
I’m just a ghost from the past, yeah, but you shouldn't have laughed
Because I'll give you the shaft or maybe I'll sign you up for the draft
I look down, I ripped my shirt and there’s blood stains on my fists
And the air in here is like a nylon net, I can throw my fists right through it
Man, did anybody ever tell you that you’re kind of like
A moth trying to catch the attention of a bare light bulb?

All recorded history is just one little guy on this mat
Oh, my head feels like a TV store, twenty of the same channels
Let’s step outside for some fresh air
To some part of the city that you never seen yet
Even though you lived here all your life
You’re not even sure who you've met or what you like
But you'll wait until morning, let's hold it now
And if that’s the case you'll spend the night anyhow

Shiva opens her arms now, some kid's trying to park his car
I may talk in my sleep tonight because I like company too
Yeah, I know we're through, although I miss you so