Those dirty things you said to me
still hang above my bed
Climb down from the ceiling
Rest upon my head
Oh the painting on my walls
Like works of art gone wrong
And I'm wondering, babe
When it's coming back to you
I'm eaching like a baby
I'm ugging on your sleeve
I'm missing all the good things
I'm too small to see
Oh, my arms they get so tired
Hanging on this wire
Why won't you catch me?
And I'm wondering when it's coming back to you
Oh and I'm wondering when it's coming back to you
Oh and I'm tied up, tired with feeling sorry for myself
And you won't so lie cause it don't faze you
My God that ball and chain you swing around
To stake your claim ain't gonna save you
I know what goes around comes back around
comes back around
Your words they sound like dirt to me
you scraped up off the ground
And it gets hard to breathe when
it's stuck between your teeth
Don't look to me now, babe
Don't look to me now
Cause I'm not coming back to you
Oh no, cause I'm not coming back to you
Oh no
