Everything is sorrow

And you know you shouldn't have another cigarette but

nothing else makes sense, nothing else will recompense

and you get your loneliness out of a magazine you never

felt nothing at all no-one else will ever know another one

has dragged you home and sworn that you're the only

one you dream they'll play a special part you'll write their

name across your heart but then it's back inside your

head the thought that it will turn out bad a fleeting

glimpse of what is bound to be now the phone has lost

its voice you're on your own again spend your time on

endless bedroom floor soliloquies the only voices you'll

hear all day will it always be this way (yes) once you

recognise the truth that all is sad and you're the proof you

might as well fight the day kick back at the pricks taht say

all is school and work no more break your back it's not

your war disengage the only way to win opened up my

paintbox it had all turned to blue I worked in Birkenhead

for you it brings me tears even now you tried to kill me

break my will you almost won I hate you still the hated

suffer not what's worse the hater carries round the curse it

eats me up the cancer that is you don't paint blue all the

time know the truth read the signs live your life as a lie

you don't have to die