I was wrong, I admit, I don't want your forgiveness
I was not wrong in words, but in simple naïveness
I was wrong to have talked, silence would have been golden
Were my words a bit warmer, the ice would have molten
I feel bad, I feel sad, I feel misunderstood
I feel used and abused, and I'd go if I could
But there's C and there's minor - they go hand in hand
There is you and there's me, we don't need to pretend
This is wrong, there's no meaning, confusion of thought
Down the scale, down an octave, the battle we fought
You resolve, become nice, become pleasant, and smile
Find me tearing the hair from my head in a while
Calculating precisely against this fascism
Indicating exactly my lost optimism
Compensating unfairly with strong self-sadism
Complicating it nicely and topping with pain
It's hard to sustain!
My will, all in vain!
Desire: all slain
The gain: pessimism
Wish me luck in my lesson, where's my big coffee cup?
Wish me luck in my futile attempts to wake up
Wish me luck in the healing of wounds cut too deep
Wish me luck in my trying and falling asleep
Phone my friend, ask her nicely to hear what I feared
Understand. It's not bad. It's not wrong. It's just weird!
She's a girl, I'm a guy, ooh, I like her, my take!
Wanna dance? Want my pants? Wanna give me a break?!
This is right, now we see it, the clearness, the wielding
Up a floor, up a floor, up a floor, down a building
I'm seduced, I'm reduced, I'm a comma, a dash
Find you telling me lies and I'm gone in a flash
Tell me then you're alright, tell me now there's a price?
Tell me subject is closed when it's burning like ice?
Calculating all furious in stillness precise
This is black, this is white, that's a foe, that's a friend
Those insult and pretend.
These hold dear hand in hand.
Accusations, blame: end
Honest friend: honest lies