Apr 17, 2013
Stuck....
I'm sitting here stuck And plastered to my seat I think up a reason to leave I'll take a long slow Walk down Washington Street Half asleep on my feet Half aware if I'm dreaming I'll go home alone, a sinking stone A switched off telephone I'll go on, be free, a frozen breeze A fallen down factory But I still see you swaying And I can hear what you're saying I just lost the plot, got a little caught In a little knot I just hit a wall had a little fall Felt the swinging wrecking ball And why should that be?
I'm sure you'll tell me Why don't you tell me? I guess you'll tell me, so tell me