I would like to be
A lighthouse on your sea
But when we're on the phone
You always sink
Happy as can be
And then you talk to me
I drag you down
Before you even blink



Then it's: Over, over and out
And suddenly we talk about
The most stupid, shallow things
And all because of what my temper brings
I would like to do
Exciting things for you
I nearly took up smoking
Elegantly rash
Vigorous and brash
Of course I ended up
With smoker's allergy



Then it's: Over, over and out
And suddenly we talk about
The most stupid, shallow things
And all because of what my temper brings


It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride
And I am only sweet when I drink
It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride
And I am only sweet when I drink