And you know you shouldn¡¯t have another cigarette but
nothing else makes sense, nothing else will recompense
and you get your loneliness out of a magazine you never
felt nothing at all no-one else will ever know another one
has dragged you home and sworn that you¡¯re the only
one you dream they¡¯ll play a special part you¡¯ll write their
name across your heart but then it¡¯s back inside your
head the thought that it will turn out bad a fleeting
glimpse of what is bound to be now the phone has lost
its voice you¡¯re on your own again spend your time on
endless bedroom floor soliloquies the only voices you¡¯ll
hear all day will it always be this way (yes) once you
recognise the truth that all is sad and you¡¯re the proof you
might as well fight the day kick back at the pricks taht say
all is school and work no more break your back it¡¯s not
your war disengage the only way to win opened up my
paintbox it had all turned to blue I worked in Birkenhead
for you it brings me tears even now you tried to kill me
break my will you almost won I hate you still the hated
suffer not what¡¯s worse the hater carries round the curse it
eats me up the cancer that is you don¡¯t paint blue all the
time know the truth read the signs live your life as a lie
you don¡¯t have to die