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And speaking of little Miss Catherine...I feel swell. Oh well. Because losing you was something I always did so well. I guess I just can't tell anymore. And the feeling I get when I see your clothes spread out on my floor. I'm such a bore. such a bore. I don't do anything anymore. I just count these ceiling tiles falling to my floor. Sorry. I really lost my head. I'm sorry. I really lost my head. But you know those words that you said? They get stuck here in my head. and this feeling I dread? It makes me wish that I was dead. Or just alone instead, I'll be alone instead. i don't need anyone in this bed. Just these ceiling tiles falling through my head. Sorry. I really lost my head. I'm so sorry. I really lost my head. Oh, those words you said. |