Oh lord you've got things I wish had forgot
Like the way you rip the breath from me in a single retinal shot
And you tied me up, we'll at least my tongue
With a touch so hot like the violet sun
An enticing trap your attention casts
On the thoughts of everyone yet it's not the first time I've been in your net
I don’t know what I expected to find
Those Bette Davis eyes and smile that burn me every single time
And I can calculate the situation, I can’t change the sign
I’m always left with the remainders of my self-inflicted lies
I won't fall, your so called confessions sound like serpent's singing sultry songs
If you'd try and let this die I'll slip into the darkness that you helped supply
I don’t know what I expected to find
Those Bette Davis eyes and smile that burn me every single time
And I can calculate the situation, I can’t change the sign
Cause I’m always left with the remainders of my self-inflicted lies
Break the synapses that come between me and where I want to be
The only action that I can see is one that sets me free
(Get on your bikes and ride)