Letras:Howards Alias. The Chameleon Script. Last Lung.

Well, at least now I feel that she is all over me,
I can cope, I'll take a hint, gather my things and leave,
So I would sing time and time again, if I thought it would do any good.
Well, now I feel like it's harder to breathe,
So I'll cope, take a hint, gather my things and leave,
So, I'd take it all back if I could.

So, (Hey!) Am I talking to me? (Hey!) Does any word I say
(Hey!) Connect with you? (Too much, too much to say!)
Does any word that I say (Hey!) connect in any way
(Heey!) To anything you feel?

I want you to leave soon,
I don't want you around.
I'll wait now, irate now,
With no-one but you.

So, (Hey!) Am I talking to me? (Hey!) Does any word I say
(Hey!) Connect with you? (Too much, too much to say!)
Does any word that I say (Hey!) connect in any way
(Heey!) To anything you feel?

So, (Hey!) Am I talking to me? Does any word I say
Connect with you?
(Hey!) Does any word that I say (Hey!) connect in any way
(Heey!) To anything you feel?