Life, so sweety

Electrocute au Triptyque, Paris.

Tales of ordinary sadness

I’ve gotta message for you,
But wonder what’s the chance it ever gets through
You’ve got bad habits as bad as your skin
Don’t you suffer from the shape that I’m in?

Well I’m sure that it thrills you when you pull on my strings like a puppet
But I can think for myself, and I’m not so sure about you,
But whatever, blah, blah, blah,
I guess it’s all the same to you huh?

You spent a lifetime just calling on me,
No guts, no hunger for originality,
I’m something you only imagine to be,
Your dirty shame has you to blame for your fucked up personality

Maybe I’m just very paranoid,
But you’re probably someone that I should avoid
You think you leave your mark on society,
But honey your world looks like a fashion magazine
Please pardon me uh huh for being candid
But what exactly is bugging you and what’s bugging me
From the very start of it our love was sick and volatile
Now there’s nothing left of me, I’m just uptight and hostile

I want you to understand that I don’t want to hold your hand
Through every little step you take, we’re all allowed to make mistakes
But you have made a few or more and when I look at you,
Reflected in your eyes your ordinary sadness looking back at me.

I’m sick of you, I’m sure your just as sick of me
I’m sick of it all, I’m sick of it all, so sick.

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