You are the sad and low
You are the accident prone
You find yourself at home
You find yourself alone
And I know how it feels
I know how you get:
When you step outdoors, you always feel upset
“So who do you think you are?”
Well I'm not much of anyone
And you have sunburnt lips
A Starburst wrapper stuck to your fingertips
I tried to touch you, but it hurts when we kiss
So we'll pretend, let's pretend it's, we'll pretend it's over