Back then it was a riot, lighting mercy in your soul
A courtesy while tired of yourself and who you know
But now that i'm just as bad i'm telling two times as many lies
A salve made of my saving i now can't look in the eye
But they keep coming,
And i'm half a year away; sometimes it's something
Make me covered in colour so i can start looking the same
Give me taller of an order so i can feel giving again
Take me farther and farther and find me something to say
Come awake in england, i'm not your friend
I'm not a miracle and i'm not the end
Now with your candid disposition, you'll get you off the hook
While anything in a pitiful position and i don't know where to look
So now i'm running,
And i give it different names; most times it's nothing
Make me covered in colour so i can start looking the same
Give me taller of an order so i can feel giving again
Take me farther and farther and find me something to say
Cause everybody knows now, what a spoiled slate
What a sweet thinker that you're devastating
Who can't stop complaining, who won't give a goddamn gift
Until she's given something so
Sickened that it can tell her how to live