Suddenly you will believe me. What more was it that I could be (is you will believe me). The year two-thousand. I'll be back in the dole. Single but free.
Some granite wall. Numbs our bones, numbs our all. As we sit on skinny hands. Nothing to say, nothing at all. I don't know you and I don't want to. You're so awkward just like me.
The last message you sent. Said, I looked really down. That I ought a come over and talk about it. Well, I wasn't down. I just wasn't smiling at you, yeah.