Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place I'm in.
Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things I can depend.
You will write your number, that's not all.
I will not be there when you call.
I think I'll do a line and then again...
Dirty dealer's school of thought.
An armchair for the strength you've lost.
The TV set's been on all night.
You were wrong and I was right.
You will write your number on the wall.
I will not be there when you call.
I think I'll do a line and then again...My pockets are full and they're weighing me down
and i'm getting frusterated
I hear you scream without hearing a sound
my eyes are dialated
i feel like running now
i feel like hiding now
i feel like getting away to a far away place
but i dont know how
it's not fun now
and i want to scream
but i can't seem to talk
and i want to scream
but i can't seem to talk
can't seem to figure out what it is about the way that i feel
but i want to feel this way again
and i wanna go back
to where i just came from
don't want to be in this place where i am
and i want to go back, back, back
i feel like running now
i feel like hiding now
i feel like getting away
to a far away place
but i don't know how
it's not fun now