Standby Swing

You talked about your thoughts On life and I kind of spat I'm sure it was a fair point you made But you know how I'm cynical like that Never mind what I just said I just went A bit mad but under control Swinging in a standby mode Closed shut like a jar, cold As a winter's day I guess I'm hard to get to know But I figure, who would like me anyway Take no notice when I go A bit mad but under control Swinging in a standby mode A bit mad but under control Swinging in a standby mode I never knew to what extent But I wasn't told About what was going on But I knew I had never fit the mold So I shut off and were gone