Bogus reasons for leaving me hanging by a threadYou turn me down, it turns me on, it really messed up my headRecurring dreams about the real popular people in schoolBiting dust in the presence of my homecoming greedI get you in this town, it's ridiculousFor you to be sitting there laughing as I crash and I burnCan you spare a minute for, can you spare a minute for when I die?Can you spare a minute for, can you spare a minute for when I die?From my pick-up line, said I run in philosophy classesThen the starting fullback fell on my black rimmed glassesSeeing that I don't have a comeback to youThink I'd better, better make a fool of you nowWell, I guess you in this town, it's ridiculousFor you to be sitting there laughing as I crash and I burnCan you spare a minute for, can you spare a minute for when I die?Can you spare a minute for, can you spare a minute for when I die?Can you spare a minute for what I do, can you spare a minute for me?She's in charge of me, she's following meShe gets the life inside me, but it doesn't bother meIt just takes sixty seconds to make you come aroundCan you spare a minute for, for when I die?Can you spare a minute for, can you spare a minute for when I die?Can you spare a minute for, can you spare a minute for when I die?Can you spare a minute for, can you spare a minute for when I die?Bye.
