Newspapers lying by the door I don't miss you anymore I took the elevator down from the thirteenth floor And you ain't thinking about me I read a paper
When I was a boy You know my momma would say to me The world's a mystery of darkness and light When I was a kid I was sent off to inner space To escape
Well, the truth, well, it hurts to say I'm gonna pack up my bags and I'm gonna go away I'm gonna split, I can't stand it I'm gonna give it up and quit
