i was choking on a cornflake

you said "have some toast instead"

i was sleeping maybe three hours

you said "you should get to bed"

i was waiting at the church door

for the minister to show

i was looking at the new year

you said "walk before you crawl"

i was feeling like a loser

you said "hey, you've still got me"

i was feeling pretty lonely

you said "you wanted to be free"

i was looking for a good time

you said "let the good times start"

with a quiver of your eyelid

you took on someone else's part

but what about me

i don't really see

how things will improve

if all you want is to stay...

maybe i'm a little greedy

you said "think before you speak"

sometimes i'm a little seedy

you said "everyone is weak"

now i feel a little better

is there something i can do?

but i never heard the answer

i never had a clue

but what about me

i don't really see

how things will improve

if all you want is to stay

the lights are on in the house tonight

going to creep around going to creep into your head

all you want is to stay loose

there's a little echo calling

like a miner trapped inside

if i tell her of this moment

she will in me doubts confide

and she's on me like a blanket

like a stalk of wilting grass

i'm not sure about her motives

i'm not sure about her past

but my faith is like a bullet

my belief is like a bolt

the only thing that lets me sleep at night

a little carriage of the soul

if it starts a little bleaker

then the year may yet be gold

happiness is not for keeping

happiness is not my goal

so what about me

i don't really see

how things will improve

all you want is to stay loose

oh what about them

you play mother hen

to a gaggle of gangling youth

all you want is to stay

the lights are on in the house tonight

going to creep around going to creep into your head

all you want is to stay

i was living through the seconds

my composure was a mess

i was miles from tenderness

it was dark outside, the day it was lying in pieces

everything is flat and dreary

i couldn't care what's in the news

television is the blues

television is hysterical laughter of people

and i know it could be me

i'm always asking for more

i keep running round in circles

i keep looking for a doorway

i'm going to need two lives

to follow the paths i've been taking