You like snow but only if itīs warm
You like rain but only if itīs dry
No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor
No fundamental excuse for the granted Iīm taken for

'Cause itīs easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you

You like pain but only if it doesnīt hurt too much
You sit . . . and you wait . . . to receive
Thereīs an obvious attraction
To the path of least resistance in your life
Thereīs an obvious aversion no amount of my insistance
could make you try tonight

'Cause itīs easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you to you to you to you to you . . .
Thereīs no love no money no thrill anymore

Thereīs an apprhensive naked little trembling boy
With his head in his hands
Thereīs an underestimated and impatient little girl raising her hand

But itīs easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
to you, to you

get up get up off of it
get up get up off of it
get out get outta here enough already
get up get up get up off of it
wake up