In the back of the van I paid for on my last line of credit In the back of my mind there's a trapdoor to the place that we left it With my forehead to the frosted glass at half-past eleven If I said I was coming home now, would you even let me? Had it in my palm, heard it burst before I felt it go off like a bomb 'Cause I played God and I lost Careened into a brick wall Murder by missed call It was an inside job Staring blank at a silver screen Just hindsight to turn to I see a burning bridge from my point of view, and I really don't blame you My eyes have never worked right, the light is always bleeding I turn away from anything bright, swear the darkness never leaves me Had it in my palm, heard it burst before I felt it go off like a bomb 'Cause I played God and I lost Careened into a brick wall Murder by missed call It was an inside job Yeah, I played God and I lost Careened into a brick wall Murder by missed call It was an inside job It was an inside job It was an inside job