Break in through the window sill
she never turns the lock
after she has smoked her cigarette
standing in the bedroom dark
your shadow hit the floor
find the dresser and open the second drawer
everyone is yelling up into the deadened air
everyone is asking for a monumental fight
we're gonna be oh so quiet
they won't even hear us til were gone
take whatever you can find
there's sure to be a spill
of precious things you know your looks could kill
and as you exit carefully
you know not what you do
you haven't seen the outside of yourself