I won't be a while, just give me an inch
Please give me a smile and don't be a bitch
I'm seeing my friends going out on the piss
It's not too much to ask, still this problem exists
I'm always wondering why it seems you're growing old fast
You think of reasons to cry while you dig up the past
You must believe me I try turning over inside
Still you wind me up screaming and shouting why?
World war three by the time I get in
We talk it over but still
There's always that cloud hanging over
You act like there's no bigger sin
Of course you insist it's just me
Still there's always that cloud hanging over
Do you remember a time not so far in the past
We wouldn't bicker and fight there'd be no need to ask
If I was seeing my friends you would want me to go
I'd be having a blast, now your answer is no
I'm always wondering why it seems you're growing old fast
You think of reasons to cry while you dig up the past
You must believe me I try turning over inside
Still you wind me up screaming and shouting why?
I'm fighting, I'm fighting the thumb