I've got some clay birds for you Take out the nightlight, 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.