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segunda-feira, 21 de setembro de 2009

I get so jealous that I can't even work








I don't want to be part of the problem.
I try so hard to get roughed up.
Fists on up, it looks that easy.
It looks that way to me,
It looks that way to you.
But then there's you telling me I can.
Then there's you screaming say something.
I want the ocean right now.
I want the ocean right now.
I get so jealous that I can't even work.
I get so jealous that I can't even work.
There I am in the morning,
I don't like what I see.
There I am in the morning,
I don't like what I see.

I don't know how it's become such a problem,
Keep you up all night if I try to remain calm.
How can they ask why I feel so angry.
Do you see my problem if I never explain it?
But then there's you, asking me how long.
Say something, it's taken me so long.
I want the ocean right now.
I want the ocean right now.
I get so jealous that I can't even work.
I get so jealous that I can't even work.
I get so jealous that I can't even work.
I get so jealous that I can't even work.
There I am in the morning,
I don't like what I see.
There I am in the morning,
I don't like what I see.

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