I bought a lampshade at the store today The man there called it one of a kind As I went up with my cash to pay The man there called it sentimental I hung it up along my ceiling It's hanging right above my TV And when it's lit up, I can start to see The light it gives the room is very gentle So why do I lay with all the lights off most the time? Am I confused about the where, the when, the why? Of how I can't seem to breathe the same when I'm a fly Looking out against your life I'm looking out against you I'm looking out against you I'm looking out against you I'm looking out against you I put the lampshade in my car Drovе along the rain-soaked path back to the storе I told the man that it was sweet, but not for me He said, "Okay" and gave me 20 back, and change I said, "I don't have use for such a thing" I never turn my lights on anyway