a black hole for a brain, no words to exchange
i've got two left feet, i mean, too much pain
i mean, what do i mean, i think i nearly don't know
i've got too much to say, but have nothing to show
what a twisted cliche i've made of myself
as i'm trying to look you in both your eyes
i stumble on thoughts and rape my intentions
wringing my hands as my mouth's running dry
what a clumsy thing to do, you should know better
now you're looking at your shoes, you're always so clever
wracking up the score each time you step out an inch
every movement they make is a reason you flinch
good god, you're so stupid
it's so easy you can't do it
why bother at all, why get out of bed
when the only thing you can do
is lie sick in your head
i've got two left feet, i mean, too much pain
i mean, what do i mean, i think i nearly don't know
i've got too much to say, but have nothing to show
what a twisted cliche i've made of myself
as i'm trying to look you in both your eyes
i stumble on thoughts and rape my intentions
wringing my hands as my mouth's running dry
what a clumsy thing to do, you should know better
now you're looking at your shoes, you're always so clever
wracking up the score each time you step out an inch
every movement they make is a reason you flinch
good god, you're so stupid
it's so easy you can't do it
why bother at all, why get out of bed
when the only thing you can do
is lie sick in your head