He said you called on his birthday
You were off by, like, ten days
But you get a few points for trying
Well, I am tired of being sad
I feel it when I wake up
And it just stays bad
It hits me like a sickness
Or a steamroller
Makes me wanna lay down
And get run over
Make us stand before the masses like two speakers for the poor
When there was no revolution, nothin' we were fighting for
I want to believe
That if I go outside, I'll see a tractor beam
Coming to take me to where I'm from
I want to go home
She can do anything she wants to
She can do whatever she wants to do
She could go home, but she's not going to
