You Collect

You Collect

You collect your things

In my flat

With a tear in your eye

With a tear in your eye

You collect your things in my flat

With a tear in your eye

Never tears of joy

But always, always of anger

And it’s bubbling in your chest

But you always hold your mouth

Never is it funny

Never is anything great

You’ve got a bunch of problems

But never a solution

Please you’re hurting me

When you’re hurting yourself

Please put down your guard

Please put down your shoes

It is all in your head

And you put your head inside of your chest

You collect your things in my flat

With a tear in your eye

With a tear in your eye