I don't want you around - get out, get out. . I don't want you here - get out, get out. . I don't care what you do - get out, get out. . I don't care what you say - get out, get out.
From beyond this bed of mine, I see. Ceiling fans with you on top of me. And the window blinds are filled with rays of sun. And all your secret fantasies, thy will be done, done.