On the list of things that just might kill me
You’re right behind quicksand in the nineties (baby)
With a lot of things that never will be
It’s like a minefield, stay on the line please (baby)
Stay on the line, please
Stay on the line, please
Sometimes, always, I get nervous
Always something out to hurt us
Sticks and stones can break my bones
But words, they hurt
Lightning strikes, it’s been a long time
It’s my fault, I’m on a fault line
Take the blame, of course, it’s all mine
It gets worse
On the list of things that just might kill me
You’re right behind quicksand in the nineties (baby)
With a lot of things that never will be
It’s like a minefield, stay on the line please (baby)
Stay on the line, please
Stay on the line, please (baby)
Check behind the curtain, open up
The back seat, check for strangers
Unfamiliar persons, yet another
Lastly, plan for danger
Standing when I should be running
Crying out but no one’s coming
Mouth full of blood, I feel nothing
Fight or flight, I find I’m freezing
Two steps forward, I stop breathing
Paralyzed by lies, but leaving hurts the most
On the list of things that just might kill me
You’re right behind quicksand in the nineties (baby)
With a lot of things that never will be
It’s like a minefield, stay on the line please (baby)
Check behind the curtain, open up
The back seat, check for strangers
Unfamiliar persons, yet another
Lastly, plan for danger
Matters of exposure, what you
Don’t know now will hurt you later
Oxygen mask down, help yourself now
Or you can’t help you later
On the list of things that just might kill me
You’re right behind quicksand in the nineties
Carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide
Having a breakdown, having to lay down
Waiting on read, while running a red light
Holes in the ozone, calls from the home phone
Unanswered texts and sudden deafness
Deadly diseases, everyone leaving
Everyone leaving
Everyone leaving