It's not me, it's you Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me Untie the balloons from around my neck and ground me I'm just a racehorse on the track Send me back to the glue factory Always thought I'd float away And never come back But I've got enough miles on my card To fly the boys home on my own But you know me: I like being all alone And keeping you all alone And the charts are boring And the kids are snoring And the eagles in a sling You say you're not listening And I said I'm wishing And I said, I said
Pete's emo poetry ^^^
