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Could I trouble you |
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Don't you know who you are? |
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Since it came unglued |
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I fell and picked up all the parts |
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It seems to come together |
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That's where we come apart |
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I need that big connection |
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That fell down with my house of |
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I wrote an epitaph, less than a paragraph today |
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Rolled it up and smoked it |
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And took it to my insides |
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I'm ashamed |
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'Cause when I troubled you |
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You didn't even know just who you were |
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But you've come unglued |
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And all that's left were all my words |
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They mean nothing to you at all |
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'Cause my world, means nothing to you at all |
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My words, it means nothing to you at all |
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'Cause, my world, it means nothing to you at all |
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To tell the truth |
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So tell the truth, you know |
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I said I'm sorry, I said I'm sorry to you |
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You asked your questions |
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That needed tending to |
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And it is so good, when I am sober |
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And I am no good, 'cause I'm a loser |
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And it is so bad when its so good |
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I'm sorry for you |
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'Cause my world, it means nothing to you at all |
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When my word, it means nothing to you at all |
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'Cause my words, they mean nothing to you at all |
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My words, it means nothing to you at all |
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To tell the truth |
