You

I'm 15 centimeters tall A single step's a sturdy wall A dark and distant port of call from you I move through a different sort of space A day takes years for me to trace While age redecorates my face, it's true I set my soul to sleep Beneath your shoes Lord knows I'm tired Of thinkin bout you, you Of thinkin about you, you, you It don't take a champion to talk About how to line yourself in chalk Run like hell instead of walk, thank you In a cold and mercenary field Back bared by reinvented wheels The broken bones you can't conceal poke through I set my soul to sleep Beneath your shoes Lord knows I'm tired Of thinkin bout you, you Of thinking about you, you Of thinking about you, you Of thinking about you, you, you