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
