I've got some clay birds for you
Take out the night light,
But take it out
Take it out on me,
I don't mind
Who really cares,
tell me who really cares
I know it's not you
Who told you that,
I think they lied
Those things I brought her didn't work
I didn't think they would
And it broke the next day
It fell apart and she left me anyways
There's something I don't like about it
It's not dust and it's not turpentine
It's a curtain wall from you
It tells me what to do
Tells me what to do
Don't you tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to do