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Can't you see?
It's not me you're dying for
I wish that were true
I hate the world today
you're so good to me, I know
but I can't change
yesterday I cried
what a surprise
it's just a bittersweet symphony
that's life
try so hard to make ends meet
you're a slave to money, then you die
but hey, c'est la vie
you know, I'd give up forever to touch you
you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
but I'm free fallin'
out into nothing
I don't want the world to see me
cause I know that they won't understand
Everyday is a winding road
but I'm not getting any closer
to feeling fine
everyday is a faded sign
but I'm not getting any closer
to free
Who's got the hooch?
What the hell is a hooch anyway?
I've got the love, and the freshie-freshie
when I'm under the table and dreaming
I want to take shelter
from the poison rain
where the streets have no name
but bother me tomorrow
today I'll buy no sorrows
I'll be dancing with myself
all I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watching the puddles gather rain
and I still haven't found what I'm looking for.