The Sunday Paper is a mess

And I'm not gonna pick it up, you are

If I could just get on with it

It don't matter my hair's a mess

Cause you're not gonna

Fix it up for me, I am

If I could just get on with it

I would take a breath

Outside myself

A stranger place I couldn't find

And no one knows who I am

And you can't say my name

Can't think of anything else worse

'Cause if I didn't fuck it up

You would

Why can't you just do something right

Just once change my mind cause if you can

I'd be the one you know I am

But you're so blind, you always were

I didn't catch your name

I would take abreath outside myself

A stranger place I couldn't find

And no one knows who I am

And you can't say my name