"With Dylan it's poems. I don't like his prose" You don't know what you're talking about To show your indifference you did your top botton and Patrik said "Stop fucking around" But oh, it's all too real
I drove myself half to death Wondering about who you woke up with Not much fun, is it?
It takes a lot resist not to admit I'm feeling jealous Because all your friends are too good looking You joke around, but oh, it's all too real
I drove myself half to death Wondering about who you woke up with I drove myself half to death Wondering about who you woke up with Not much fun, is it? Everybody knows but me