We're all playing dumb like we don't notice younBut that's just the fun cause you don't want us tonnThings I'm thinking,nWalls I'm breaking,nBerlin in my goddamn brain, yea!nnTell us your plan we're waiting eagerlynDrunk on the streets of some bad memorynnGin and tonic,nWe were dependent on it,nBeing gone- well she's still getting songs,nYou see, I try to be, a sensitive guy,nI guess it's just not my stylennNow I'm sick as a dog,nWhat's the harm in calling menGut be my god I'll choose instinctivelynnSee this coming? No! nI didn't plan on anythingnI never do, it leaves me calling, calling, and calling younSinging sappy tunes by a sensitive guy,nI guess I'm just not your stylennClever and quickness,nDon't fail me now I need this,nI'll use you as I regress,nInto my same old best dressed,nHaircut, eyelashnnBeautiful worldly,nI need your wisdom so dirty,nI feel like drowning in my ignorance,nI never asked for any of this,nDamn us sensitive guys,nWe're going down with our pride