Chalk up the board and leave a mark The words read fine but the ending's dark And Anna sings me right into sleep (and) Can I be brave just for this weekend? It's a grey area It's a bad idea That's gonna wake suburbia And shake the curlers out of their hair Because there's no likeability In a lack of ability Until you stop hitting me I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes My city burnt its pretty lights My city burnt but the warmth was nice And suddenly i'm at your mercy And you did your best to make my nose bleed On the grey area It's a bad idea That's gonna wake suburbia And shake the curlers out of their hair Because there's no likeability In a lack of ability Until you stop hitting me I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes She said "I told you to leave me" She said "dont you police me" She said "I told you to leave me" She said "dont ya boy beat me into poetry, That's not fair to me" Well that's fine 'Cause it's a grey area It's a bad idea That's gonna wake suburbia and Shake the curlers out of their hair Because there's no likeability In a lack of ability Until you stop hitting me I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes Because there's no likeability In a lack of ability Until you stop hitting me I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes