Elliott Smith Follow

Wiped out in the city slick

Another sick rock 'n' roller acting like a dick

Needing cash

Burning through the trash

That piles up in this place

And fills up behind my empty face

Full of things that I'm not to do

You come over with all of your friends

And all their opinions I don't want to know

And I'm looking over my shoulder

Booking away with nowhere to go

I run down to the corner lot

It's forty-five past two

I almost forgot to show

Got a date to make with Mr. So-and-So

After which

I won't care when you all start to bitch and moan

About being alone

You come over with all of your friends

And all their opinions I don't want to know

And I'm looking over my shoulder

Booking away with nowhere to go

Well, can't you just leave me alone?

You've already thrown all the sticks and stones

You had to send my way

Well, can't you just leave it at that?

And spare us both the bother

Because I just bounce back anyway

I got nothing that I want to do more

Than make another sonic "fuck you" to play

Whenever you make my life cliche

So to fit in some little box with the all the labeled shit

You would say to keep confusion away

You come over with all of your friends

And all their opinions I don't want to know

And I'm looking over my shoulder

Booking away with nowhere to go

You come over with all of your friends

And all their opinions I don't want to know

And I'm looking over my shoulder

Booking away