What's this?

Did you demand the best of things?

Did you try to control everything?

No-one expected

THIS

Stop the clocks

It's not going anywhere

I've been feeling this for weeks and it's gone nowhere

And I'm sick of it

It's not even my style

I'm an optimist, but even this grows thin

After a while

Cut the phones

Don't want to communicate

My complicity was burned with all your mistakes

The problem is

I was born in the wrong town

I don't know how many years I should be crying

By now

Running on empty again

Looks like I'm

Running on empty again

I'll find a flow

But it's so hard to know

Where to go from here

Silence it

Let it play a day at a time

I can't download a whole year at once in my mind

And I'm red or blue

There's no white left on my page

The lines are blurring as the gold runs out

And they all fade