i know that i should quiti know its hard to miss
but now it shows
nothing more than i ever asked for cause
all i wanted to be
is what you needed to see
i turn on to the key
waste basket that shed its bone
sailing forward into the unknown
but now it's alright
to put up a fight
cause i know it every night
as i sneak down the staircase uptight
i turn on to what's mine
we disagree
we're absentees
still trying to please
too much bingeing
i can't make it anymore
oh no
toom uch bingeing
i can't make it anymore
tell me it's alright now
i've got to put up a fight now
so close your hands
in your pockets where they belong
and now i'm so in love with your turn
i can't help it i'm spurned
i want it to be mine
we disagree
we're absentees
still trying to please
and chris the lisp
he knows he should desist but he don't know
oh no
and listless joe
he knows that he should go but he don't know
oh no
too much bingeing
i can't make it anymore
down those stairs
those creaking stairs
i can't
too much laughing
my olive oil plans they can not work
oh no