I keep thinking is this me, or am I even there. 'tis a wonderful world, word, would i like to change the world, the word, what ever.
Kept on tellin' me "i love you honey, i do", in my head it's like, i know it's not fair, but it was more like "i'd like to use you for my own personal gain, girl".
Ian Curtis hanged himself on a "what's it called", Bob Dylan's still alive, though you may think he isn't, but hey that's alright.
Pictures of girls on each wall. Guess they're all sort of pretty, they look smart, but none of them are tall. He asks for a number, so he could maybe so call. Can't give him that, no, he's so small.