Tales of Ordinary Sadness - Electrocute

I’ve got a message for you

But wonder what’s the chance it ever gets through

You’ve got bad habits as bad as your skin

Don’t you suffer from the shape that I’m in

Well, I’m sure that it thrills you when you pull my strings

Like a puppet, but I can think for myself

And I’m not so sure about you

But whatever, blah blah blah, I guess it’s all the same to you

You spent a lifetime just calling on me

No guts, no hunger for originality

I’m something you only imagine to be

Your dirty shame has you to blame

For your fucked up personality

Maybe I’m just very paranoid

But you’re probably someone that I should avoid

You think you leave your mark on society

But honey, your wold looks like a fashion magazine

Please pardon me for being candid

But what exactly is bugging you and what’s bugging me

From the very start of it, our love was sick and volatile

Now there’s nothing left of me I’m just uptight and hostile

I want you to understand

That I don’t wanna hold your hand

Through every little step you take

We’re all allowed to make mistakes

But you have made a few or more

And when I look at you

Reflected in your eyes

Your ordinary sadness lookings back at me

I’ve got a message for you

But wonder what’s the chance it ever gets through

You’ve got bad habits as bad as your skin

Don’t you suffer from the shape that I’m in

You spent a lifetime just calling on me

No guts, no hunger for originality

I’m something you only imagine to be

I’m gonna rid of your stupidity

I’m sick of you, I’m sure

You’re just as sick of me

I’m sick of it all, so sick, oh

I’m sick of it all, so sick