Flying - Throwing Muses

Wig out on me

One more time, i swear

We’ll take this outside

I take you to pretty places

You’d think you’d just take the rest in stride

Wrong

But if i’d known fucking with a payphone would’ve got me this

I would’ve tried sooner

Why can’t i sleep, in here?

Bury me, bury me inside him

Familiar faces never lie

You think they know what’s coming

Wrong

But if i’d thought keeping us apart did any good

I would’ve died sooner

I make you so sad

What can i do, what can i do?

I worry so bad

What can i do, what can i do?

I make you so mad

What can i do, what can i do?

I want you so bad

What can i do, what can i do?

Wig out on me

I don’t mind, i swear

By now i almost like it

This place is fascinating when you’re here

But when you’re not, it’s not

But if i’d known leaving every home would get me here

I would’ve gone sooner