Well here we are, and this is me
I tried so hard, but I failed miserably.
When I first started out, a big fire in my eyes.
Well, now I can't get the words to flow.
Now I write like this!
And you wander, "Is this it?"
You want to throw up, to choke on it.
And if you ever, ever see me in a crowd.
I'll expect your fist to be coming round.
I was the bastard who let you all down.

No, none of this makes sense - It makes me wanna spit.
And you should hit out with parodies so.....split.
And it's a failed movement.
And there's no one to believe in.
Yeh, break my leg and whine.
There's no need to call relief in.
Cause I got it now.
I lost the lot.
You're fed up, leave it alone.
It's time to let go.

And I must be an idiot.
To do it like this and stuff it up.
And if you ever see me in a crowd.
I'll expect your fist to be coming round.

What are we going to do now it's all been said?
No new ideas in the house, and my brain's dead.

And I must be an idiot.
To do it like this and stuff it up.
And if you ever see me in a crowd.
I'll expect your fist to be coming round.
And if you wait, I'll write my will.
Hear my call, I can't wait until..
I'm getting weak at the knees
I'm shirking my responsibilities.
And I don't know, I don't know.
And I know I'm gunna hit the ground.
I'll expect your fist to be coming round..