Pent up in a penthouse of my own design
Always resist you, most of the time
And I’m just a man slowly losing his mind
To that twitch and tug on the line
Taking me back to when you were mine
Start off in neutral and end up in dumb
Between my finger and my dirty thumb
Every exit I come to and every red stop sign
Feeling that twitch and tug on the line
Got me believing you were mine
Got me believing you were mine