Happiness is Overrated - The Airborne Toxic Event
And speaking of little Miss Catherine...I feel swell. Oh well.
Because losing you was something I always did so well.
I guess I just can't tell anymore.
And the feeling I get when I see your clothes spread out on
my floor.
I'm such a bore. such a bore.
I don't do anything anymore. I
just count these ceiling tiles falling to my floor.
Sorry. I really lost my head.
I'm sorry. I really lost my head.
But you know those words that you said? They get
stuck here in my head. and this feeling I dread? It makes me
wish that I was dead.
Or just alone instead, I'll be alone instead. i don't need
anyone in this bed.
Just these ceiling tiles falling through my head.
Sorry. I really lost my head. I'm so sorry. I really lost my head.
Oh, those words you said.
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