So here am I quite by chance near the phone
I could call and make you crawl into bed
Questions always questions
Ill just speak in slow motion,
About obsessions with boys on the floor.

Take that smile off your face,
Wipe that tear from your eye,
Dont say youre sorry for me.

Now look at me like a stormtrooper in drag
And Ill let you feel exactly like I do,
Its so disgusting Im so tired of rhythm
And needles in arms,
I dont want your point of view.

Nothing to do,
Nothing to steal,
And theres nothing to say.

Love it love it I need to.