The Nineties

On the list of things that just might kill me

You're right behind quicksand in the nineties baby

With a lot of things that never will be

It's like a minefield

Stay on the line please baby

Stay on the line please

Stay on the line please

Sometimes always I get nervous

Always something out to hurt us

Sticks and stones can break my bones

But words they hurt

Lightning strikes it's been a long time

It's my fault I'm on a fault line

Take the blame of course it's all mine

It gets worse

On the list of things that just might kill me

You're right behind quicksand in the nineties baby

With a lot of things that never will be

It's like a minefield

Stay on the line please baby

Stay on the line please

Stay on the line please

Check behind the curtain

Open up the back seat

Check for strangers

Unfamiliar persons

Yet another lastly

Plan for danger

Standing when I should be running

Crying out but no one's coming

Mouth full of blood I feel nothing

fight or flight I find I'm freezing

Two steps forward I stop breathing

Paralyzed by lies but leaving hurts the most

On the list of things that just might kill me

You're right behind quicksand in the nineties baby

With a lot of things that never will be

It's like a minefield

Stay on the line please baby

Check behind the curtain

Open up the back seat

Check for strangers

Unfamiliar persons

Yet another lastly

Plan for danger

Matters of exposure

What you don't know now

Will hurt you later

Oxygen mask down

Help yourself now

Or you can't help you later

On the list of things that just might kill me

You're right behind quicksand in the nineties

Carbon dioxide carbon monoxide

Having a breakdown having to lay down

Waiting on read

While running a red light

Holes in the ozone

Calls from the home phone

Unanswered texts and sudden deafness

Deadly diseases

Everyone leaving

Everyone leaving everyone leaving