Empty gla**es made of plastic
So unlikely and fantastic
I might cruise in coffee houses
I'm returning naked glances
But if the mediocre (vision ...) you boring
You start a conversation on American short stories
Don't even, don't even tell me
(Don't tell me, don't tell me)
Don't tell me that it's nothing
Don't tell me that you need it
Don't even, don't even tell me
(Don't tell me, don't tell me)
Do you want the complication
Not open to interpretation
Whose figures are you flexing?
So drunk and interesting
You should be [...?] at your studies
She leave me bruised and bloody
You're trying to say I think I love
I (smell?) the rest of the day
I'm trying to find the words but there's nothing left to say
Don't even, don't even tell me
(Don't tell me, don't tell me)
Don't tell me that it's something
Don't tell me that you need it
Don't even, don't even tell me
(Don't tell me, don't tell me)
Do you want the complication
Not open to interpretation
Nervous and callous crust
Smooth and [...?]
I'm happy with the knowledge I won't see you again
This is not my style
(Don't even tell me, don't even tell me)
I guess I feel (insane ...?) for a while
This is not my style
(Don't even tell me, don't even tell me)
I guess I'm feeling changed, even just for a while