I won’t do anything for you. I’ll lay down on the floor and scream your going to open the door. I’ll put my hand on your knee and say “make me free”.
I’ve nothing better to do, I laugh until I cry from what you’re going through. The sky is always gray; sometimes the wind doesn’t blow that way. Yeah! Yeah! I wake up and I refrain from calling it pain, it just feels like rain.
I know the sky up above; I see it from the ground when I’m growing old. I see you looking around, I don’t suppose it’s because the world is round. I don’t mean to be square; I would really like it if you would care.