It's not me. I don't usually do this. I'm not normally like this.
So where have I been then?
It's not me. Where have I gone? How long ago did I leave?
Can anyone still see me? And who should I believe, is me?
I'm sure that by the water somewhere, among the broken things that gather there,
I might be found, safe and sound.
Why can't I feel? The sadness walks around me.
All the terrible things that I see.
How beautiful it's supposed to be, to me?
1 | Jealous of Your Cigarette |
2 | Striptease |
3 | Smoke, Baby |
4 | Stop Joking Around |
5 | Chemical |
6 | Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off |
7 | No Sissies |
8 | Wonderful And Sad |
9 | The City Is A Drag |
10 | Even An Ugly Man |