Jumble jumble all at my house come on over sleep on the couch can´t even see ya look like a mouse
Crumble crumble the bag is brown rip up the paper to hear a sound pick up the pieces up off the ground
tumble tumble on to the floor roll over until your poor wave to me I´m at the door
Why can´t you be nicer to me? somebody´s screaming looking at the ceiling everything´s so funny i don´t have any money people don´t even know me but they know how to show me
why can´t you be nicer to me?
my pride is dying i think i´m all done lying nobody´s sharing so i stop caring all alone and walking nobody´s talking
why can´t you be nicer to me?
well the wind is blowing where am i going off a bridge and falling nobody´s calling on the ground and laying nobody´s praying
why can´t you be nicer to me?
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