dozing off

Glass holes, show me where i could be,
i just wanna be taken home, i can't stand where i wanna be.
i listen for the wind, and i hear it saying nothing
i know your there, i can hear you running

There are legs to stand on, and theyre wooden or broken,
i can do nothing on my own, i feel nothing but swollen.
Compulsive, but i could care less if i get what I'm after,
meticulous, there's nothing here but my enemies laughter

i can tell you're talking, but i can't hear your words a bit,
i can see your teeth grind behind those pretty lips.