No one cares about me now
why should I care about you
I guess that means you must be over me
I better get myself over you.
I get all breathless and remember when
and I forget how to breath
I don't remember how to start again
but I know that I must leave
The problem is that outside my door
the city stands as it stood before
twice as lonely and just a bore
Going on for ever more.
I guess I better get over me
and get away where the air is free
My compass broke on a stormy sea
I got to go where life's taking me
And I don't care about you I say
My lips will lie and my heart will pay
as I look back on another day
I better leave is all I can say.
The problem is