Could there be a better way For me to say that I'm feeling underwhelmed? Can you tell? I'm running out of attic space To keep the sort of real disgrace I can't sell Half as well
Would you say if this is what you want? Or if you'll just take whatever comes Your way
I think I'm out of similes I think they're out of sympathy I can see it "Don't tell." Be careful what you say to me The slightest shit might make me bleed Oh well, soft shell
Would you say if this is what you want? Or if you'll just take whatever comes
I don't feel any closer You take, but you don't ever need Far still, from a feeling of closure Yet in the end you're only what you eat Could there be a better way? Could there be a better way?