Lyrics:

The Sunday Paper Is A Mess And I'm Not Gonna Pick It Up You Are If I Could
just Get On With It. It Don't Matter My Hair's A Mess Cause You're Not Gonna
fix It Up For Me, I Am If I Could Just Get On With It, I Would Take A Breath
outside Myself A Stranger Place I Couldn't Find And No One Knows Who I Am
and You Can't Say My Name. Can't Think Of Anything Else Worse 'cause If I
didn't Fuck It Up You Would Why Can't You Just Do Something Right. Just
once Change My Mind Cause If You Can I'd Be The One You Know I Am But
you're So Blind, You Always Were I Didn't Catch Your Name. I Would Take A
breath Outside Myself A Stranger Place I Couldn't Find And No One Knows
who I Am And You Can't Say My Name