Lyrics

Words, they bother me to no end To no end Always bad news, bad luck, bad weather Bad weather, yeah I wish you wouldn't talk so much Talk so much Then maybe things would get better Things would get better, yeah Songs filling up the room Still you don't hear, can't hear, won't listen If you'd only understand Only understand That I'm sure that things would get better Get better, yeah Why do I work so hard? Why do I work so hard? Why do I work so hard? All alone, conversations are driving me insane With quiet complications, desperately in vain I listen, I scream, I laugh out loud at myself Watchin' myself, playin' with myself 'Cause everyone can't see The scared boy is me Honey, I will never let you go Said those strings of vile things Let's go places Excuse my intuition Yeah, my intuition, yeah There is no possible way that things could be better No, this won't be better Why do I work so hard? Why do I work so hard? Why do I work so hard? Why do I work so hard?