Thursday, May 19, 2011

the way it is

i can’t believe the mess i’m in
i hope i don’t end as i began
i’m walking on, looking back
speaking a code you cannot crack

oh, what the hell?
i’m clear as a bell
i’m probably screaming it as well

i’ve never been good anyway
i’m not saying things i shouldn’t say

the way it is, i can’t complain
i would love to drive you insane
but i’m not on your mind
it’s in my head
and it’s me who’s insane instead

i’ll count to three, i’ll count to ten
and then i’m never talking again
silence please, won’t you take away
all those stupid words that ruin my day
the way it is, i can’t complain

i would love to drive you insane
but i’m not on your mind
it’s in my head and it’s me who’s insane instead

i’ll be wishing on a random star tonight
you’ll be sleeping under different skies tonight
and i’ll pick you up when you don’t fall
and i’ll come running when you don’t call

the way it is
i can’t complain
i would love to drive you insane
but i’m not on your mind
it’s in my head and it’s me who’s insane instead


i can’t believe the mess i’m in
hope i don’t end as i began

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