Turbulence

(альбом: Now What - 2005)

Imagine that I can't be comforted at all
In pieces I went from crawling into a ball
Evidence, it's in my breathing every day
Less and less and less

Hey you you wore me out
There was nothing left for anybody else
And you, you're the last little shit
That anyone expected could put me through this
Yeah it's true

Turbulence, auto-pilot to control
Down and down and down
And if he's there, ooh then I'll take my order to go
He shouldn't see, he shouldn't know

Hey you you wore me out
There was nothing left for anybody else
And you, you're the last little shit
That anyone expected could put me through this
Yeah fucker it's true

And over there in the corner of the room
Sat little Jack Horner in his gloom
Oh, how you like it there?
Na na na na na

Hey you you slithered around while you ripped every vein out
And you your once so charming self-inflicted tortured act
It's a loser and a poser's tool

Hey you you wore me out
There was nothing left for anybody else
And you, you're the last little shit
That anyone expected could put me through this
Yeah fucker it's true

Imagine that
Imagine that