Cry me a river, goddamn
Cry me a sea
Flood this room with ocean water
Fuck it, life's a beach
Turn my skin a pale blue
Rip the colour out my hair
I see in grey, I see in grey
I see in grey everywhere
Reading Sylvia Plath and
Murakami
Words ripped right out of my
Sixth form diary
I cannot stand the hand that traces
Mangled words across your floodlit faces
No
Oh no, what a lovely surprise it was
To see you last Saturday night. We had
So much to talk about. I'm so glad
We could talk it out
And there's a headache in my chest
Would you cut it out?
Would you cut it out?
And there's a beating in my head
Would you knock me out?
Would you knock me out?
Would you please?
Well
Trash the moped! (What?)
Bring me a dial! (How?)
Maybe later we can start a goddamn (Goddamn!)
Garden Fire!
This must not be who I am!
There's still so much to do!
Everything has happened so much!
I see in grey, I see in grey
I see blue
Oh no, such a poor mistake it was
To get drunk on a day like today. We had
So little to talk about
Yet such little room between each other's mouths
And there's a headache in my chest
Would you cut it out?
Would you cut it out?
And there's a beating in my head
Would you knock me out?
Would you knock me out?
And there's a headache in my chest
Would you cut it out? (Ahh)
Would you cut it out?
And there's a beating in my head
Would you knock me out? (Ahh)
Would you knock me out?
Would you please? (What?)
Please?
