I think I'm tired of hearing don't
With ticket stubs in front of me
Paint my house all shades of gold
That way I can't see
(Let me be)
(Let me be)

He's not real, real, real, no
Real, real, no yeah no
Real, real, real, no, no

I'm not even friends with ones I know
Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own
I'm not even friends with ones I know
Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own
1, 2, 3

Quarter your visit and then some
As every breath it stirs me
And I would have no one know
Of all these years waiting
Days sped, winding and wailing in an anvil of sheets
Yeah, in an anvil of sheets
Your nose upon mine, as I would go
But who would you have if I were to leave

Hey
So ive close your eyes scroll yor eyes
Person to person out of sight
One at a time
I wish i had patience to start over
Patience to you