Now they call me seven inch

Nowadays I'm doing nothing, sitting by the TV watching

Talking less and thinking of what adolescence learned

Hours passing the occasion, major lack of inspiration

Waiting for some fun to happen before it's too late

Lonely days and lonely evenings, with a phone that never rings

Playing stupid games on my computer makes it worse

Now thay call me seven inch

Sleeping longer, still I'm tired, studying less, no books have I read

Walking back and forth upon the carpet in this room

Every time I sit and call all the numbers on my wall

No one ever answers, it gets you in the end

Should be writing songs about it, or a diray note at least

Creativity, come back to me, I just can't wait

Now they call me seven inch

Nowadays they call me, seven inch

Cowardice and phoney, seven inch

For lots of different reasons, seven inch

Even in the free zones, seven inch

People call me seven inch, is this hell or heaven

Pinch my arm to see if I'm awake, I mean no harm, so

Give me a break, I'm just like sissy was in carrie and

Missy was last summer, to anybody passing by I give my

Number, come on, take it slow, jay jay, don't try to

Push it, if you're in a hurry you can blow it