Every day at a quarter to five was a man looking for a knife I'm not one for seventies Singing songs and revelries I'm falling down stairs and falling away from the people I know and people who stayed I'm not the one for telling anything I feel inside my heart It's hard to break away When these feelings want to stay And you know that I wish that you'd break my heart a little softer anyway Every day at a quarter to five I was nothing but a broken knife Spinning down the cherry top Swinging down till I forgot That I was changed By broken man It's hard to break away When I really want to stay You know that I, I wish that it mattered If you know what I mean You know, I wish that it mattered If you know what I mean I wish that it mattered to you The way that you matter to me