Hey

Oh it's another weight on the soul

The woman in her skin thirteen

And future glitters gone

And I can't see a pattern at all

Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues

And posters on the wall

Hey~

Oh you can't have my soul on a rope

It's a Star Wars toy, in this bedroom, boy

And that's where it's gonna stay

And I can't stand a wartime goodbye

So listen close and listen hard

And hear me when I say

Hey~

Oh it's another mess of a day

I'm lifeless and I'm sick

And tired of what you've got to say

Oh it's another waste of a day

I'm listless and I'm so-

So bored of what you've got to say

Hey~