Your hands are on thisnIt's unwound, thanks for askingnI very rarely get angrynBasically, I think you're fuckednYou won't know I wrote this song about younFor goodness sake, alive and bendingnAnd bendingnYou make me so madnYou don't put it any effortnI'm so sick of tryingnI don't want to give up on younThis is all the room I wantnThe bed is gone, of course, he blankednI know my face below twigs cracknI watched the ball, it hit the groundnYou won't know I wrote this song about younFor goodness sake, alive and bending