that morning after midnight wasn't really nice i've crashed half of my flat hoping it would make me feel allright i've even kicked my phsyco cat cause the angry-ness should have been spread
that's how the mess came from my head to my flat. (3)
(chorus) he said i don't need your fuckin' tea and your silly talk i don't care of how you feel about that goddamn block there's no point in sitting round when you can just lay down See, i don't need your fucking tea.
Well he came to my flat like for a cup if tea it was surely not a date exept the fact it was a little bit late we talked and talked about news around and then isaw his face going frown frown frown!
i asked -whats wrong with u? -whats wrong with me? -whats wrong with u? -whats wrong with ME? -whats wrong with u? -whats wrong with me?! i'll tell ya...