On a day when everything feels like Like a giant bitter pill Hard to swallow, hard to be polite Am I imaginary ill? On a day when everything feels gray And people even dress to be I want you to stay and walk away I would only disagree Until tomorrow I will Wallow in sorrow with sk** Until tomorrow I'll be Talking to no one but me So you think I'm self-regarding and Say I'm quick to take offence So you're calling me a quibbler, well I just call it self-defence Yeah, I'm grumpy in the morning, true Because I don't sleep at night You can call me vain enough for two Call me anything you like Until tomorrow I will Wallow in sorrow with sk** Until tomorrow I'll be Talking to no one but me I know what I'd like to do now I know what I like to do Everything is obsolete and I like things when they are new Don't talk to me Don't walk away Don't shave my head Don't talk to me Until tomorrow I will Wallow in sorrow with sk** Until tomorrow I'll be Talking to no one but me