I was choking on a cornflake.
You said, "Have some toast instead."
I was sleeping maybe three hours.
You said, "You should get to bed."
I was waiting at the church door
For the minister to show.
I was looking at the new year.
You said, "Walk before you crawl."
I was feeling like a loser.
You said, "Hey, you’ve still got me."
I was feeling pretty lonely.
You said, "You wanted to be free."
I was looking for a good time.
You said, "Let the good times start."
With a quiver of your eyelid
You took on someone else’s part.
What about me?
I don't really see
How things will improve.
All you want is to stay.
Maybe I’m a little greedy.
You said, "Think before you speak."
Sometimes I’m a little seedy.
You said, "Everyone is weak."
Now I feel a little better.
Is there something I can do?
But I never heard the answer,
I never had a clue.
What about me?
I don’t really see
How things will improve,
All you want is to stay—
The lights are out in the house tonight,
And I creep around,
And I creep between your hands.
All you want is to stay loose.
There’s a little echo calling,
Like a miner trapped inside.
If I tell her of this moment,
She will in me doubt confide.
And she’s on me like a blanket,
Like a stalk of wilting grass.
I’m not sure about her motives,
I’m not sure about her past.
But my faith is like a bullet,
My belief is like a bolt;
The only thing that lets me sleep at night,
A little carriage of the soul.
If it starts a little bleaker,
Then the year may yet be gold.
Happiness is not for keeping.
Happiness is not my goal.
So what about me?
I don’t really see
How things will improve.
All you want is to stay loose.
Or what about them?
You play mother hen
To a gaggle of gangling youth.
All you want is to stay—
The lights are out in the house tonight,
And I creep around,
And I creep between your hands.
All you want is to stay.
I was living through the seconds,
My composure was a mess.
I was miles from tenderness.
It was dark outside, the day it was broken in pieces.
Everything is flat and dreary.
I couldn’t care what’s in the news.
Television is the blues,
Television is hysterical laughter of people,
And I know it could be me,
I’m always asking for more.
(More!)
More!
(More!)
I keep running round in circles.
I keep looking for a doorway.
I’m going to need two lives
To follow the paths I’ve been taking.
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