all my friends are full of shit/say something true; they cut into it/guess that's the cult of irony these days/they come over to my house/ and they've all been in my mouth/and they don't even know my last name/and its a short, short walk to the stand/but i don't get very far/fuck the right guy in the right band/and you'll be a star/tell me who's gonna find me/when i sound the alarm?/when i sound the alarm/ all my friends are "hidden pools of light"/so who threw in the bitterness and spite?/guess i get what's coming to me these days/here's my handle, here's my spout/tip me over and pour me on out/don't even bother to light the flame/and its a short short walk to the door through a sea of smiles/i'm gettin' blood on the sink and the spanish tile/tell me who's gonna be there for the chemical mile?/ when i lose my charm/when i sound the alarm/ when i sound the alarm/ i bet you know some girls like me/ that trade on a perishable currency/god loves the drunks and the babies, too/it goes from meek to a terrifying shout/if i can keep breathing, i swear i'll work it out/but sometimes i just miss the hell out of you/and its a short short walk to the door through a sea of guile/ there's some good in here, and you saw it all the while i was/changin' my heart just to fit the style/will you be on my arm/when i sound the alarm?/will you be on my arm/when i sound the alarm?/will you be on my arm, will you be on my arm, will you be on my arm/when i sound the alarm