Papered Stick Kite

There are no sides when it's bleeding here inside
where is the pain when I need it by my side
all of the words that's spoken here tonight
just like bad dreams it tears me open wide

I realise it's just your pride
still i'm thinking to myself

You're such a pig
you got no dick
you make me sick

When wrong is right i'm left feeling cold outside
there is no shame for the many tears i've cried
why should I leave there's nowhere left to hide
for in the end we'd lose should we divide

I realise it's just your pride
still i'm thinking to myself

You're such a pig
you got no dick
you make me sick

the black and white of this yellow world decides
still through the creaks you can't keep out the lights
let's not give chase to boulders down landslides
hold out your hands fly like a papered stick kite

I realise it's just your pride
still i'm thinking to myself

You're such a pig
you got no dick
you make me sick

i'd like a have a weatherman up in my head
to tell me what the forecast is today
i'd cut out shapes of circles from paper plates
and draw a sun for all my yesterdays

There's no more sides when it's bleeding here inside
trapped in the pain as it's right here by my side
so many words was spoken out tonight
no more bad dreams will tear me open wide

I realise it's just your pride
still i'm thinking to myself
...thinking to myself!