Tell me are you retreating to the wilderness
And tell me who, who hasn't had their fill of this
I know that it seems trite, staying up all night
I know it's a cliche. I sleep through all the TV shows I try to follow
Don't follow me, I won't do you no good
Oh no
Sometimes I think it's a shame
Oh no
Oh no
I thought you knew you were good at talking tenderness
I did. I knew. Saw through that put on temprament
I know it's not your way to lay with me all day
You know it's just not just you. We've both got other things to do but still you wallow
Don't follow me, I won't do you no good
Oh no
Sometimes I think it's a shame
Oh no
Oh no
