i know your car, and you know mine, and we know the same girl most of the time – but i know a side of her that you never will. nice to meet you: i’m the man you want to kill. you call me up on all my phones. you say, “i thought you knew how to be alone.” well, buddy, we all have a name we like to speak. when i say hers, she gets kind of weak. when she says mine, i feel like a thief. when it gets hard, you really find out who you are, and what you’ve got, and what you’re not. you go to sleep; all you can hope for is one good dream. you go to sleep; you hope for one good dream. you’ve got my number, you’ve got my name. you get in line, but can’t get in the game. you come so close, but end up just the same. you come so close, you got yourself to blame. you think you’ve got big shoes to fill; i don’t mind if i do, i think i will. well, life passes you by if you stand still, and you can barely catch the eye of the man you want to kill.