[Verse 1] Sleeping with my ego and my nihilist bushido Shes all power lines and cables running television fables Talking to her friends like adolescence never ends Screaming why dont you love me? Why dont you love me? You were too busy with an encore Staring down the barrel of broken nights and backdoors Stuck between a Roxanne and a Billie Jean Wondering where did it all go wrong? Well Smiths songs and Saturdays are all I need Painted on the gallery of drunken thieves Down, down from the river to the flooded streets Singing baby Im coming home [Hook] Take me out of my room Past streetlights, stop signs and burning fumes Keep my hands tied If you close your eyes I can be your anyone Be your anyone Hello operator Send any calls my way if you could spare the breakup For a 10 cent fee Ill pretend I can be Somebody somebody can love [Verse 2] Shaking photographs of heart attacks Looking to move From the pages of misspoken dialogue cues Wasting all of her time in telephone booths With collect calls to busy lines She says I know, I know Im lost Ill take convenience at any other cost So as long as hes gone in the morning Ill be all right [Hook x2]
busy, bushido, misspoken, roxanne, anyone