Lyrics
Just cos you talk a lot don't mean
I'm gonna call the cops I see
You in my sleep and in my dreams
I see you there, I'm in your hair
I'm sorry I
It's such a pretty pretty sight
I think I'm running out of time
It's how I sing like I could die
Like I could
And he might be a little strong but he
Could never write a song like me
You called me darling in my sleep
Like in my dreams
But they don't ever like the thinking man
I doubt that you would understand
And if I was a betting man
I'd still give you my empty hand cos
It's all I have
And she screamed
"Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me
Why me (just cos)
Why me
Why me (just cos)
Why me
Why me (just cos)
Why me (just cos)
Why me
Why me (just cos)
Why me
Why me (just cos)