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Sometimes the words don’t mean what they’re probably supposed to mean…

All strung out the reasons gone
All bent in and leaned upon
I’ll give myself a talking to
before I turn my tongue on you
given time I’d waste it all
smash my clock against your wall
Your talk is not what makes me tick
The second hand’s the first to stick when

I’m not happy to be here
I’m not happy to meet you
I couldn’t care about your relatives
No I couldn’t give a damn
No I couldn’t give a damn
I need five free minutes for myself…