My telephone, it doesn't have a camera If it did I'd take a picture of myself If it did I'd take a picture of the water And the man on the offramp Holding up the sign that's asking me for help
I got a job and I'll work here for the summer I fold the towels and set them by the pool Everyone looks happy with each other 'Til they step away and say the thing they really meant They always sound so cruel
I didn't know what I was in for When I signed up for that run There's no way I'm curing cancer But I'll sweat it out I feel so proud now for all the good I've done
I know a girl who owns a boutique in the city Selling clothes to the fashionably late Says she cries at the news but doesn't really Cause it's too much fondness, too much time and too much plastic money to be made
I didn't know what I was in for When they took my belt and strings They told me I'd gone crazy My arms are strapped in a straight jacket So I couldn't save those TV refugees
When they're on their backs In a bloody bath Full of Sarin gas On a screen
I didn't know what I was in for When I laid out in the sun We get burned for being honest I've really never done anything, for anyone
To fall asleep I need white noise to distract me Otherwise I have to listen to me think Otherwise I pace around, hold my breath, let it out Sit on the couch and think about how living's just a promise that I madeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
