You come into my life And then you go away You make me feel like a fool For wanting you to stay But I'm a busy guy A lot of things to do But there's a reason why Some of them just seem to lose their flavor
I feel like death warmed up I can't taste the coffee in my cup I feel so low I'm underground Every time you're not around
And if I didn't feel so high And if I didn't feel so proud Then I wouldn't cry I wouldn't feel so down When you're not around
You come and fill me up With ecstasy and pain And then I run on empty 'Til I see you again But I've got things to do And places I can go I guess I can't blame you If some of them just seem to feel like nowhere
No, I don't feel so great I can't taste the sandwich on my plate I try to sing but there's no sound Every time you're not around
And if I didn't feel so high And if I didn't feel so proud Then I wouldn't cry I wouldn't feel so down When you're not around
Compositor: David Ian Jackson (Jackson Joe) ECAD: Obra #11910907