[Mark Hoppus:]
Dear head, shut up, I can't listen no more
It's late, so shut up, is one night too much to ask for?
You are a haunted house, you're superstitious
You are the coldest stone-carved marble faces
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
I'm barely standing on the ground
All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
With you, with you, with you, with you again
With you, with you, with you, with you again
[Matt Skiba:]
This bed, on fire, I can't sleep here no more
Too late and tired, dreaming down on the floor
I am a haunted house, I'm superstitious
I am a cardboard cutout, old and faded
[Mark Hoppus:]
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
I'm barely standing on the ground
All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
With you, with you, with you, with you again
With you, with you, with you, with you again
With you, with you, with you, with you again
With you, with you, with you, with you again
[Mark Hoppus and Matt Skiba:]
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
I won't fall down, I won't fall down!
I'm barely standing on the ground
Barely standing on the ground!
All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole
[Matt Skiba:]
I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh