i need someone else's songs and i need the feeling that they mean me
never wanted anything to do with insightless philosophy
i've got what it takes to be low, i've got what it takes to belong
if you don't know me how can you say i'm not down
with the things that you love and the sound when you're out
if you don't know me how can you say i'm not down
you've been lying in the back of the bed when you're round
i need some mental escapism and a new kind of sane way out
nobody is wrong nobody is right, can i help
if i need a good shake in the morning and a good fuck in the evening
and i don't know what is wrong with the house
but it's falling down, but it's falling down round now
if you don't know me how can you say i'm not down
with the things that you love and the sound when you're out
if you don't know me how can you say i'm not down
with the things that you love and the anthems in town
you were wrong to say i'm wrong to be alone
fantasy stares in the mirror and sees how ugly she has become
you reason with yourself and you reason with the tight pit in your stomach
where all your feeling's gone
and the pen in your hand makes strokes that make sense
to the narcisstically lonely and the basically dead
and the ink on your fingers blue black or it's red
but it's not the right red, not the lines that you bled
if you don't know me how can you say i'm not down
with the things that you love and the sound when you're out
if you don't know me how can you say i'm not down
with the things that you love and the anthems in town
you were wrong to say i'm wrong to be alone
wrong
BacK
copyright 2003 daniel s. zimmerman