Elliott Smith Follow

Go on parade and fade

Hit the scene in slow

Spending all your time with some girl

You'll never get to know

Wound up tight

Dressed all in white

Some torment saint

Blowing out to drift

Leave you even if

You live up in your head

Scared of every little noise

Someone's always breaking in accidentally

Using nothing but their voice

Shrill and small

Echo down the hall

Repeating pet names

Seeing it in your eyes

You're only passing by

Go by

Someone's in the way

Pretty words and inside slurs

All the things they have to say

To perform the work that they've rehearsed

It's a waste of time

I put it behind me

Once and for all

And let the hype decline

If the problem wasn't mine

Go by