From where you first waived at menI couldn't see my recent memorynI had a one track mind for younAnd i feel like all you do is spit at menTravelled knowhere far but stillnI hold a heart so fragilenHaven't spoke in a whilenIt reached the top of the problem pilennThere's a little number on the serviettenSome claim its poetry for the already deadnIve tried my darling, but this is too muchnCall my bluff, Call my bluffnEveryone is guilty, all played no partnThis feeling you feel tears me apartnSent out of the room for a little breathernThe last I heard he wanted to leave yan