Oh my God, the genius of it all
The way the words spit from my mouth
I'm self-assured and meaninglessly bored
And all these things straight through your heart
So when you talk to me there's nothing left to say
And only one thing can remain, so please refrain 'cause
I'm so wrapped in writing words for you
(I got your words, I got your words, I got your words
I got your words, I got your words, I got)
I'm so strung out that nothing else will do
(I got your words, I got your words, I got your words
I got your words, I got your words, I got)
Oh my God, how boring I've become
I'll say this again and again
I'm self-obsessed and tedious at best
I'd wish this on no one but you
And when I talk to you I find it hard to say
You're wasting all these words again, I feel ashamed now
Hoping these letters will carry you through in the old dramatic way
And I still recall as I bury the wall
It's a gentle reminder there's always the time to go sailing
Hey you've got yourself to blame
As these promises spoken, like hearts will be broken
I'm wrapped round your finger, your words still mean something to me
