The Brave Little Abacus - It's Not What You Think It Is lyrics

This is my resignation From the s-c-e-n-e Hating MTV is getting old I said "no" once Got stabbed in the back While they said "relax" In Sweden, they got it right I guess But where does that leave me Leaving Always leaving, never staying Good thing my feet are still in tact It's just my hands that are k**ing me k**ing someone else may make for better poetry At least that's what they said But at this moment Clarity's appeared And I am gone Off to what I've found more in The fact I hate the way I talk Cynics mock all surroundings I just wish to live with the ones that Instead of hating MTV Beat on the floorboards to wake their tenants That they know are not asleep The way we're sure they're not asleep We woke up in the same bed This whole imaginary underground Has got me thinking, got me dreaming And if we're all our own co-pilots In our co*kpits made of tin And then we fall down hills of pavement It's time I grew and said to them "It's not what you think it is" We an*lyze the states we're in Why is it that when we sneeze There's a chance we'll die Alone, alone Alone, alone Alone Alone Alone, that's what I hope I'll want to be When all acquaintance leaves me Because if I don't, who knows, I might just see That no one needs me seeing