What's weaker than violence In the living room voice rising I run outside Buy myself roses Feel a little red Feel a little blue Want no company except for you
Mom's gone quiet She's nail filing Dad's paints are drying On the sill Feel a little red Feel a little blue I've learned to stick to myself like glue
In the car feeling nauseous Sucking on thoughts of you like a lozenge If you don't call back that's your prerogative If you don't call back guess you're getting on with it
All grown up and exhausted Following pain like I'm getting off on it All of these people I just find faults with them I want you to change
And you don't want to do it And you don't want to do it And you don't want to do it And you don't want to do it And you don't want to do it And you don't want to do it And you don't want to do it And you don't want to do it
In the car feeling nauseous Sucking on thoughts of you like a lozenge If you don't call back that's your prerogative If you don't call back guess I'm getting on with itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
