I turned to my friend and the look in his eyes said I might never be as young as i am again I said that we'd go when the next good song comes on He said make it fast man let's not stay here too long
To give a little means i have to spend until i die The underground is mainstream and the mainstream is a lie She says she's wasting her time in this city in this room But please don't believe me when i say i don't miss you
So tie up my hands and then i'll keep my hands to myself So tie up my hands i won't lay them on anyone else So tie up my hands but who complains when walking from hell Tie them up tie them up
Was walking home half asleep nowhere to go to That's me in the back seat and you in the photo Looked up from a taxicab swear that i'd seen her The rain in the stoplight was as if i dreamed her
And everybody tells me that bad weather's coming in I hate the way i look and i despise the way i sing And everybody hates themselves despite all that they say But i can't complain though welcome a new day
