I'm mad at you!
Mad, crazy, mad mad mad
at you and you
have no idea.
Well neither did I til just a little while ago,
pondering my shiny, shiny, love and I thought of you.
Somebody beat you to the punch line, pal.
Way to be asleep at the wheel.
Apparently I went from being a dope-junkie to a love-junkie.
Love, love, love, why doesn't anybody love, love, me?
Why don't I love anybody else?
How long do you stand around on tip-toe corners
waiting for the return of your last lost chance?
Your lost last chance..
Lost lost love at last.
How long before hopeful waiting becomes
timid holding back becomes
a bold excuse not to move on.
Excused from the scary and unknown.
Excuses for the trouble and turmoil in your soul.
So quickly I run from one great mistake to the next,
full of fear and expectations.
Run, Lulu, Run.
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