No need to make arrangements. There will be no tomorrow. Oh, shut up. Listen. I will only Bring you sorrow. Cause I was just so afraid of Loosing you, I left it all unspoken So you locked your doors on me. Now my own doors are broken.
I used to call you my one and only Reason for living Now I never call you at all. That's forgiving And just to show That Satan's still got some Humour That growth in your stomach Ain't a baby. It's a tumour.
If there's somewhere Worse than this, let me know Oh, shut up. Listen. I'm telling you I will go Cause, I'm just so numb right now That any feeling will do Life is really more than long Enough. Can't wait till I am through
I used to call you My own and only reason for living Now I never call you at all. That's forgiving And just to show that Satan's still got some humour. That growth in your stomach Ain't a baby. It's a tumour.