It doesn’t feel right
like they always said that it would
It has not lived up to / up to what it could.
And I am upset / at all the things that I have to own
I’m mad at a telephone.
And I am so close / I’ve never felt so far away.
And everyone I know, never know what we want to say.
Like the words were written by somebody else
I pulled them off the shelf / put them in my mouth
they became myself.
That thing in the air.
Everywhere I go it’s always something
Everywhere I go it’s all the same thing
Everyone I meet they say the same thing.
Everywhere I go it’s all the same thing in the air.