Must be something in the way you walknMust be something in the way you talknI'm not sure just yetnMust be something in the way you dreamnYou just go home all the thirteen days in between you and InThis is me before I fall apartnThis is me before I come undonenI've been tired for days and daysnI've been tired for days and daysnnWhat's your matter that the fortune don'tnAll the beauty and I say, Stop, why won't you be mine?nMust be something in the way you tastenLips are magic sauce and I say, Stop, why won't you be mine?nnThis is me before I fall apartnThis is me before I come undonenI've been tired for days and daysnI've been tired for days and daysnnWell, it could have been a month or it could have been a yearnBut I, I gave up long before, long before you carednHer art inspired me to, to do my bestnAnd to paint my music like, like I saw it bestnAnd she says I grew up well, wellnWell, I grew up strong because no one's got my backnNo one's going to write me my songsnCould have been a month or it could have been a yearnBut I, I gave up long beforennBecause I've been tired for days and daysnOh, I've been tired for days and days and daysnOh, I've been tired for days and days and daysnWell, I've been tired for days and days and daysnnCould have been a month or it could have been a yearnBut I gave up long before, long before you carednHer art inspired me to, to do my best nAnd to paint my music like, like I saw it bestnAnd she says I grew up well, wellnWell, I grew up strong because no one's got my backnNo one's going to write me my songsnnCould have been a month or it could have been a yearnBut I, I gave up long beforenBecause I've been tired for days and daysnWell, I've been tired for days and days and daysnWell, I've been tired for days and days and days