Your arm's a disgrace Outside you filled your ashtray You sit and stare for days At a blank canvas Everybody is getting inverted You've told to ??? knees How's it gonna turn now Just brush the paint around No need to plan it out This always been your style I knew a girl once I had to wander out I wander up some time Used to make her cry And when she left She said she can finally be So free, at last But I believe in lies And comparison Yeah, it was what she wanted And I'm speaking to stand.