I wish I was sick
Then I write more songs
About how I've been wrong
About how I am alone
But maybe that's the worst
Form of sentinel
Wish you good
I am tired of making up Rubber Compliments
I am tired of thinking up better of broken
I would tell a lie
If it made my name sing
I would help a man
Only if I was lone.
I am tired of making up Rubber Compliments
I am tired of thinking up better of broken
