Four letter word just to get me along It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue and I I keep stalling, keeping me together People around gotta find
You keep playing me like a fruit machine Putting in change systematically Winning streak that you had over me Has turned into your broken tragedy You
Fed up with your indigestion. Swallow words one by one. Your folks got high at a quarter to five. Don?t you feel you?re growing up undone. Nothing but
don't you be a traffic light don't you be a traffic light with all things said you turn to red don't you be a traffic light don't you be a round-a-bout
The room's green It's got writing On the wall It's got one chair It's kinda small Dirty shoes Running past the door And then you go round Beat yourself
Shut up and let me go This hurts, I tell you so For the last time you will kiss my lips Now Shut up and let me go Your jeans were once so clean I bet
You never alter You?re always you Everything?s breaking But I don?t care Smash the rest up Burn it down Put us in the corner ?cus we?re into ideas Take
You say, It's not what you do Its what you're thinking of. Well I think its just an excuse Its what you put across. 'Cos I don't wanna be the one Only
No one dropped of waiting in despair Every time I go there's no one there So tell me where's the soul, oh! where's the soul Submit it's all locked up,
two hands i wanna play the piano with two hands shoulda learned to ask of many its the way of the world boy who you wanna here to me you gave me a piano
You say it's not what you do, It's what you're thinkin' of Well I think it's just an excuse It's what you put across And I don't wanna be the one Only