FIRE ME IN AN OVEN UNTIL I GO HARD ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH LOSING YOU I'M TIRED OF THINKING OF YOU EACH AND EVERY MINUTE I SEE SOMETHING I KNOW THAT YOU'D LOVE (CHORUS) WE'RE ALL HADE OF GLASS, ALL MADE OF GLASS CHEATING OURSELVES TO BELIEVE WE'LL BE LAST LIKE A FOOL I THOUGHT IT WAS TRUE I WAS HOLDING YOUR FLOWERS AND ONLY YOU KNEW A DIARY FILLS ITS PAGES WITH ONE EYE ON THE CLOCK HOW LONG, HOW LONG HAVE WE GOT UNTIL WE'RE EVERYTHING WE HOPE TO BE? TERRIFIED, WHILE A PICTURE OF DIGNITY COME EAT WITH ME AT THE TABLE OF THIS LIFE (CHORUS)