Tobias sleeps on a floor he made From stealing in and out of others peoples names He never read all the formula And the feeling alone could never be enough He couldn't even begin to impress himself Enough to slow down and see a mattress Would've been a better deal It could've been a mistaken case He couldn't lie through another face He wouldn't try to have been replaced it seems Unmoved cold he'll attempt to go He never had something that could grow He feels his best with his bruises left unseen And in the end he won't open up We'll never know if we tried enough He said he'd stay for another day or two Despite his place he can't ask for more He can't recall what he had before When all the while he can fake a smile on cue Would you be my (be my) only address? I can only offer a Walletsworth.