I sit here in my poorly furnished room
And I play with my Tokyo block set
And though I know
That I should know more than I do
In my poorly furnished room, I dream of you
In supermarkets where I spend my evenings
I cannot tell the difference between aisles
And though I know
That I should know more than I do
In supermarkets, I dream of you
I dream of you, I dream
And where was I when everyone was working out the rules?
Now days they are just rushing by
So why be blue?
So why?
Maybe I should just go out and try something that really, really scares me
Maybe I should just admit that I will never be that good at contact sports
And oh my god, oh my god, oh
These things they pull the seams
And even now I still can't use
A washing machine
So why?