Rubber Compliments

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