i'm sorry about all the just sounds
it just sounds good
i really don't have anything to say

i don't know what orange or yellow is
they sat next to each other on the sill
that's all
that's all

when you call
i will say
i'm giving this up
i've decided to be good now
ambition is a sickness
and i've been sent to the infirmary

did anyone ever tell you, it's lying to myself that lets me lie to you? oh my angel, i don't know a single thing. i became white white white with all my lies. i am dressed for a christening and a wedding and a funeral. i wear white. i shield my eyes.