Crash

I put my best foot first and it got burned
 Communication always hurts
 I got myself so deep inside a hole
 I taste the air so thin as I get old
 (I don't think so)
 'Cause I can, old
 (I don't think so)
 She's my hands, she's my hands
 Picks me up when I crash down
 Build me wings so I can glide
 She's my novacaine ride
 (Novacine!)
 Pick up the pieces of my world
 Glue them together, I wish I could
 I can't believe it as the picture fades
 Just like a TV but the sound remains
 (I don't think so)
 (No I don't think so)
 She's my hands, she's my hands
 Picks me up when I crash down
 Build me wings so I can glide
 She's my novacaine ride
 (Novacine!)
 Feel it as I shake
 Shatter illusions fade
 Taste my bitter tears
 Cut my heart with shears
 (I don't think so)
 (I don't think so)
 'Cause I can feel
 (I don't think so)
 She's my hands, she's my hands
 Picks me up when I crash down
 Build me wings so I can glide
 She's my novacaine ride
 She's my hands, she's my hands
 Picks me up when I crash down
 No, no
 Novacaine