We fought over grapefruit
And I got so mad
That you didn't notice
That I was just sad
That I didn't know that
You really did like art
And now if I'm honest I haven't been well
I try to think of flowers or anything else
So I don't have to explain a single thing
Am I in the way?
Is something in the way?
Am I in the way?
I hope that I could find
Answers to my own mind
Reading between your lines
Some things I don't know
But I try I'll try Finnish grapefruit
See what I learn
Wish I could ask Lenin
If he understood If they're instructions for nothing
You know I'll be sorry
The conflict came from a book
