| Thumbtack, I didn’t see you there,
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| You caught me off my guard
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| And I can’t say I was prepared
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| For the sharp prick, right into my heel,
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| This feeling isn’t real
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| And so I don’t know why I feel
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| So bad, it makes me mad
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| I don’t need for you to say
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| Anything more than it’s ok
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| I wish these thoughts would go away
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| Because I need some peace of mind now
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| Smokestack, filling up the sky,
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| Clouding up my mind
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| And now I can’t seem to reply
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| To your questions, you’re reaching deep inside,
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| And I can’t seem to hide
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| The truth anymore,
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| I’m just too sore
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| I find myself so tongue-tied,
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| And I know it’s not right,
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| This would be so much easier if you just weren’t so
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| Beautiful, Beautiful
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| (It's not like me)
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| Beautiful, Beautiful
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| (To not be able to say anything to you, what am I supposed to do)
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| Beautiful
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| (It's not like me) |