With my cards on the table She could see the light My efforts went wasted due to falling night And I know By the end of the evening I was in no doubt
There's not much to say to me That's okay, you know that girls like mystery They'll know all the things I've had That?s okay, it don't necessarily make
This is me talking about you I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no And I, I, I, I can't find time for her
One of those fucking, awful black days When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens Is an excuse for anger An outlet for emotions stockpiled,
In the radius of a thousand miles I find it strange no one makes me smile Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You should understand You still have to try When we're all
You'll sleep tonight Dream dreams where I would die It's alright, it's alright They did not come true Although they will do, in time It's alright, it
You aren't allowed to say that you're better You aren't allowed to say that 'cause you're the hipster type You've got a lot to say but don't mention The
How hard can it be to get a slap On the back from a room full of morons? So you hate my sunglasses? Well, your precious Leeds is dead Just so long as
Did they think I'd have to choose Did they think I'd wear brown shoes Did they think that I'd ever have to read about this in the news You gonna have
The wrong time, the wrong place Your talent scouts my lonely face Of all the things I can't replace Your talent scouts my lonely face, yeah Well, it'
Have you noticed I've never been impressed By your friends from New York and London? I'll level accusations like the press Til you realize that you've
I was born in the Merrie City I've been trying to get out of it Nothing's changed since the 1950's I'm surprised all the time, what I find out There
I'm a realist I'm a romantic I'm an indecisive piece of shit (I'm an indecisive) I'm a realist I'm a romantic I am indecisive and that's about it (I'
Cut off your nose to spite your friends Breathing holes that will never end and Speak all you want or just pretend 'Cos you think she is a different
One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled,
Give him what he needs Let him see what he sees Let me feel how he feels Leave him out to sea It's alright by me Let him stay in bed Until he is fed up
It came to me like a voice from above Or like a message in praise of platonic love And if you stand in the booth Then you don't have to sit with a stranger
