On a day when everything feels like
Like a giant bitter pill
Hard to swallow, hard to be polite
Am I imaginary ill?
On a day when everything feels gray
And people even dress to be
I want you to stay and walk away
I would only disagree
Until tomorrow I will
Wallow in sorrow with skill
Until tomorrow I'll be
Talking to no one but me
So you think I'm self-regarding and
Say I'm quick to take offence
So you're calling me a quibbler, well
I just call it self-defence
Yeah, I'm grumpy in the morning, true
Because I don't sleep at night
You can call me vain enough for two
Call me anything you like
Until tomorrow I will
Wallow in sorrow with skill
Until tomorrow I'll be
Talking to no one but me
I know what I'd like to do now
I know what I like to do
Everything is obsolete and
I like things when they are new
Don't talk to me
Don't walk away
Don't shave my head
Don't talk to me
Until tomorrow I will
Wallow in sorrow with skill
Until tomorrow I'll be
Talking to no one but me
