So you say you are sick of love Got a mind to give the damn thing up Got a housefull of stuff your lovers left Gonna take a bus to the city dump with it
So you want to throw away the old you But the old you's old enough to know It won't make it better
Sick of being a loser, so you say Gonna go out and choose a new personality Ain't gonna look at her pictures, lie awake all night You're gonna dazzle the future with your inner light
So you want to throw away the old you But the old you's old enough to know It won't make it better
I've set out on that mission too A little revolution to forget her Trying to make it better