Standard (EADGBE)

I was choking on a cornflake

 You said “Have some toast instead”

I was sleeping maybe three hours

 You said “You should get to bed”

I was waiting at the church door\

 For the minister to show

I was looking at the new year

 You said “Walk before you crawl”

I was feeling like a loser

 You said “Hey, you’ve still got me”

I was feeling pretty lonely

 You said “You wanted to be free”

I was looking for a good time

 You said “Let the good times start”

With a quiver of your eyelid

 You took on someone else’s part

 But what about me

I don’t really see

How things will improve

 If all you want is to stay

Maybe I’m a little greedy

 You said “Think before you speak”

Sometimes I’m a little seedy

 You said “Everyone is weak”

Now I feel a little better

 Is there something I can do?

But I never heard the answer

 I never had a clue

 But what about me

I don’t really see

How things will improve

 If all you want is to stay

 The lights are out

 In the house tonight

 And I creep around

 And I’m creeping to your head

 All you wanted to stay loose.

There’s a little echo calling

 Like a miner trapped inside

If I tell her of this moment

 She will in me doubts confide

And she’s on me like a blanket

 Like a stalk of wilting grass

I’m not sure about her motives

 I’m not sure about her past

But my faith is like a bullet

 My belief is like a bolt

The only thing that lets me sleep at night

 A little carriage of the soul

If it starts a little bleaker

 Then the year may yet be gold

Happiness is not for keeping

 Happiness is not my goal

 So what about me

I don’t really see

How things will improve

 If all you want is to stay loose

But what about them

You play mother hen

 To a gaggle of gangling youth

 If all you want is to stay

 The lights are out

 In the house tonight

 And I creep around

 And I’m creeping to your head

 All you wanted to stay

I was living through the second

 My composure was a mess

 I was miles from tenderness

 It was dark outside, the day it was lying in pieces

Everything is flat and dreary

 I couldn’t care what’s in the news

 Television is the blues

 Television is hysterical laughter of people

 And I know it could be me

 I’m always asking for more, more, more, more

 I keep running round in circles

 I keep looking for a doorway

 I’m going to need two lives

 To follow the paths I’ve been taking