She comes to me like broken glass
heart half empty, fading fast
she's got "Girls Can Tell" on her stereo
spinning round and round to "Chicago at Night"

She knows what i'm after
and she's gone before the sun

She's on the telephone
whispering sweet nothings
feel like an asshole
i'm probably right
there's no connection
karma sets in
i'm tossed to the side like 1995

she knows what i'm after
and she's gone before the sun

you never told me it'd be like this
it all started with a kiss
that got me into this

she comes to me like broken glass
heart half empty, fading fast