the sunday paper is a mess and i´m not gonna pick it up you are if i could
just get on with it. it don´t matter my hair´s a mess cause you´re not gonna
fix it up for me, i am if i could just get on with it, i would take a breath
outside myself a stranger place i couldn´t find and no one knows who i am
and you can´t say my name. can´t think of anything else worse ´cause if i
didn´t fuck it up you would why can´t you just do something right. just
once change my mind cause if you can i´d be the one you know i am but
you´re so blind, you always were i didn´t catch your name. i would take a
breath outside myself a stranger place i couldn´t find and no one knows
who i am and you can´t say my name.