Misfit Biscuit

When I was down and depressed

I thought you'd be there

I thought that you would care

And lend a hug or maybe two

But you never listen or notice

My angry little anxious eyes

I'm tired of lies and all that shit

I'm too alone to condone my sorrow

You're doing fine thinking about tomorrow

Whilst all that I can think about is this

(1, 2, 3, 4)

How lonely life is for a misfit

Sitting on his own with a biscuit or two

No people to tour with no message to send

Maybe soon he'll make a friend

So he doesn't have to pretend

Maybe it's me that deduces

What my life has got to this

I'm taking the piss and blocking out your love

Or maybe I'm boring

You're snoring at all my silly quirks

My fancy shirts and all that stuff

My fucking brain is insane and lonely

To trust and confide with a friend if only

But all that I can think about is this

How lonely life is for a misfit

Sitting on his own with a biscuit

(Or two o maybe three)

No people to tour with no message to send

Maybe soon he'll make a friend

So he doesn't have to pretend

Pretend, pretend, pretend

Maybe soon he'll make a friend

So he doesn't have to pretend

Now one day I will wake up from these dreams

And find that life is never as it seems

One day I will find them

One day they will care

And sit me down

And be my friend so I do not have to pretend anymore, anymore