I've watched every episode of Bones.
Seen every blow, bludgeon, and brain.
And I flinch when the train comes.
I've seen seven seasons of Criminal Minds,
Every psychopath, slaying, and sleepless beat
And I can't watch an oncoming train.
I take it every day
But I have to look away
when it pulls into the station
Cuz there's always a chance
It might hit me...
It sceams bloody murder two stations down the line
And, shit, that's a reaper coming for my soul I
Can watch the Exorcist
With my lunch intact
So it's odd I can't face my fate
with tact in fact
I could watch you die any day any way
And I can't even glance at a passing reflection
Of New York's River Styx
It stings like I've been hit by a train.
And it has passed again.