Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Smiths



I am the son 
and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar 
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular 

You shut your mouth 
How can you say 
I go about things the wrong way 
I am Human and I need to be loved 
Just like everybody else does 

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar 
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular 

You shut your mouth 
How can you say 
I go about things the wrong way 
I am Human and I need to be loved 
Just like everybody else does 

There's a club, if you'd like to go 
You could meet somebody who really loves you 
So you go, and you stand on your own 
And you leave on your own 
And you go home 
And you cry 
And you want to die 

When you say it's gonna happen now, 
When exactly do you mean? 
See I've already waited too long 
And all my hope is gone

Friday, 5 October 2012