Often I am upsetThat I cannot fall in loveBut I guess this is the voiceThe stress of falling out of itAre you, you, part of me yet?I'm a little sick right now,but I swear when I'm ready I will fly us out of hereLeavecut my hairHe's been strangely,he feels at home in this Often I am upset,that I cannot fall in loveBut I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of itAre you tired of me yet?I'm a little sick right now but I swearWhen I'm ready I will fly us out of itCup, cup, careLeavecup my haircup cup hairstrangely he feels at home in thisstrangely he feels at home in this
