Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed you Sorry I wanted only to kiss you Sorry I promised to love you forever Made you feel guilty oh when you left me Sorry I showed up at your party Sorry I drank up all the Bacardi Sorry I puked up on your bedspread Sorry I wanted to be your boyfriend again
What can I do? It's over it's over it's over it's over What can I do? I am the loser
Sorry I saw you and I heard birds sing Sorry I touched you and I heard bells ring Sorry I jacked off outside of your window While you were sleeping, I thought you'd never know Sorry I showed up at your wedding Sorry I tried so hard to get in Sorry I screwed up your picture Sorry I had sex with your sister
What can I do? It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over What can I do? I am the loser
Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed you Sorry I wanted only to kiss you Sorry I promised to love you forever Made you feel guilty oh when you left me Sorry I showed up at your dinner Sorry I said those things to your father Sorry I crashed through your window on acid Sorry I made a mess Sorry I bled to death
What can I do? It's over it's over it's over it's over What can I do? I am the loser
I'm losing ground Well you know how this world can beat you down And I'm made of clay I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way
I'm always falling down the same hill Bamboo puncturing this skin And nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall I'm drowning in Two feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face And if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this place
I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel You don't know just how I feel
I stay inside my bed I have lived so many lives all in my head Don't tell me that you care There really isn't anything, now, is there?
You would know, wouldn't you? You extend your hand to those who suffer To those who know what it really feels like To those who've had a taste Like that means something And oh so sick I am And maybe I don't have a choice And maybe that is all I have And maybe this is a cry for help
I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel Don't you tell me how I feel You don't know just how I feel
I want to know everything I want to be everywhere I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters I want to know everything I want to be everywhere I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters I want to know everything I want to be everywhere I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters I want to know everything I want to be everywhere I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters I want to know everything I want to be everywhere I want to fuck everyone in the world I want to do something that matters
Just living on a Sunday morning Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I just thought I'd think about All the things to get and keep getting Never enough not enough and never ending I just thought I'd think about
Just living on a Sunday morning Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I just thought I'd think about All the things to get and keep getting Never enough not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about And it might be... The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
Parody of yourself in color
Giving it to everybody but your mother You've got much to think about Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason You've got much to think about And it might be... The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now And it might be...
Parody of yourself in color
Giving it to everybody but your mother and
You've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason Never justify, never reason You've got much to think about And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the Here and now, here and now. The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the Here and now, here and now. And it might be... The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the Here and now, here and now. And it might, might...