Can You See The Hard Helmet On My Head?

Do you see the hard
 helmet on my head...
 totally unscarred
 serves protection for my head
 but I don't believe
 everything I read...
 one that makes them warm
 don't ever lose any of your god-given charm
 they believe you were sweet
 but you could never pull that one on me
 'cause I still recall
 in no time at all
 you went from being so out of control
 to snuffin out the rock that beats
 that's why I thought this was so neat
 someplace to go where I felt so all-at-ease
 no need to write, no need to call
 there's no one to see
 there's no you, no me
 no need to be anything at all...
 blood pours out of the walls
 fills up beside the clothes in my dresser drawers
 wish I was quicker on the draw