So you say you are sick of love

Got a mind to give the damn thing up

Got a housefull of stuff your lovers left

Gonna take a bus to the city dump with it



So you want to throw away the old you

But the old you's old enough to know

It won't make it better



Sick of being a loser, so you say

Gonna go out and choose a new personality

Ain't gonna look at her pictures, lie awake all night

You're gonna dazzle the future with your inner light



So you want to throw away the old you

But the old you's old enough to know

It won't make it better



I've set out on that mission too

A little revolution to forget her

Trying to make it better


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