thought you`d be looking for the next in line to lovethen ignore put out and put away
and so you`d soon be leaving me along like I`m supposed to betonight, tomorrow and everyday
there`s nothing here that you`ll miss
I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke
trying to occupy space
what a fucking joke, what a fucking joke
I waited for a bus to separate the both of usand take me off far away from you`cause my feelings never change a bit I always feel like shitI don`t know why I guess that I just do
you once talked to me about loveand you painted pictures of a never-neverlandand I could`ve gone to that place
but I didn`t understand
I didn`t understand
I didn`t understand