Words, they bother me to no end
To no end
Always bad news, bad luck, bad weather
Bad weather, yeah
I wish you wouldn't talk so much
Talk so much
Then maybe things would get better
Things would get better, yeah
Songs filling up the room
Still you don't hear, can't hear, won't listen
If you'd only understand
Only understand
That I'm sure that things would get better
Get better, yeah
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
All alone, conversations are driving me insane
With quiet complications, desperately in vain
I listen, I scream, I laugh out loud at myself
Watchin' myself, playin' with myself
'Cause everyone can't see
The scared boy is me
Honey, I will never let you go
Said those strings of vile things
Let's go places
Excuse my intuition
Yeah, my intuition, yeah
There is no possible way that things could be better
No, this won't be better
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?
Why do I work so hard?