The Fine Art Of Falling Apart

I walk alone and I
 I ride alone and I
 I rock myself to sleep
 Baby, there ain't enough room in this world
 For people like you
 And horrors like me
 A time of darkness
 There lived a girl in a cave in the woods
 Disguised as a bee
 At night she would fly into the city
 Sting the cause
 And sting the cost
 And she would hover over me
 Whispering
 And so we sing
 We're surfacing
 We're surfacing
 I stand alone and I
 I fight alone and I
 Stay clean by feeling cheap
 And baby, there ain't enough room in this world
 For perfections like you
 And monsters like me
 A time of darkness
 You will look absurd and you will feel inert
 And you will go looking to blame somebody
 You see I used to think that I'd get over everything
 But everything just got over me
 I'm some of it
 You're some of it
 We're some of it
 I'm certain of it
 I walk alone and I
 I ride alone and you know
 That's all right by me
 See baby cause
 There ain't enough room in this world
 For a great, great many things