cos I'm the one who knows everyone barbeque lungs
none of you know what I'm thinking
who on earth would believe a word that you say
you're disturbed in a strange fascinated way
you're disturbed, I think you're disturbed
I've told you once
to switch all the lights off
you never believe that
you never believe that
you stay near the window

phone me at 3 or 4
close the door (1, 2, 3, 4)
phone me at 3 or 4
phone me at 3 or 4
it's time for the maths test

I come over to you, at your chair you face up
I reply politely "stare back"
back
I'm so backward
I almost forgot
why I'm sinking