The Faint - Typing: 1974-2048 lyrics

i've been

typing for hours while he waits

alone in the bushes

there's a guy on the back lawn

he can look under mats but he won't get in

he scales the walls with almost no sound

i'm sitting dead still with the light on

i'm sending off my resignation

before he gets to all i got

i'm staring at nothing

my frozen joints all broke away

i'm sending off to find them