Well, just look at the people
Everyone is angry, we stare at each other
Shift one foot to another,
when we’re standing in line for the good things we buy
It only makes us embarrassed when anyone cries
Come on, there now, sweetie’s okay
Fine, fuck it, look away from the people that don’t ever buy shit
And don’t look at me if your little boy’s dying
I don’t need your help, and I don’t need your whining
My hair’s falling out, except my back hair is trying to stay
It’s hanging on for dear life
If you hate all these people then what the hell’s left?
‘Cause you’ve got to have someone
It’s nice to have someone to hang on what you say
Fine, fuck it, I’ll play a guitar and sing about love
‘Cause it’s one thing that people just can’t get enough of
It starts with a voice, and it ends the same way
And it’s funny how no one gives anything away
Well, I used to have muscles, and I used to have friends
And now I’m tired of my body, and I’m sick of my bed
You might ask me for help,
I’d ask my own friends, but I’m going away
And I’ll work it out then