You keep me waiting

You keep me alone in a roomfull of friends

You keep me hating

You keep me listening to the Bends

No amount of pointless days

Can make this go away

You have me on my knees

You have me listless and deranged

You have me in your pocket

You have me distant and estranged

No narcotics in my brain

Can make this go away

I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you

I worry that, I don't act the way you'd like me to

You find me wanting

You find me bloodless but inspired

You find me out

You find me hallucinating fire

No narcotics in my brain

Can make this go away

I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you

I worry that, I don't act the way you'd like me to