I picture your face in the back of my mind,
a fire in the attic,
a pill for the prize
I normally, I normally

The story:

I was driving with my boyfriend listening to Incubus, and this song in particular, for about the million-th time. He turns around to me and says, "I really get satisfaction out of listening to you destroy the words to this song. Sometimes when I'm bored I think about it to make me laugh."