1st Floor

Got nothing to say
Don't know what do do
I feel like I'm walking all over you

Don't jump the gun
I thought you'd stay where you were
But you came, anyway

Y'left your note on my door
Saw it when I went to the first floor
Thought I'd give you a call
And appologize
Made no difference at all
I can't win
And I'm more sorry than I've ever been

I'm stuck in a box made of tin
I'm holdin' my knee
Because I've got a pox on my skin
I'm bleedin'
But it don't matter
I can't win
(I never win)