And speaking of little Miss Catherine
I feel swell, oh well
Because losing you
Was something I always did so well
I guess I just can't tell anymore
And the feeling I get when I see your clothes spread out on my floor
Oh, I'm such a bore, I'm such a bore I don't do anything anymore
I just count these ceiling tiles falling to my floor
Sorry, I really lost my head
I'm sorry, I really lost my head
But you know those words that you said
They get stuck here in my head
And this feeling I dread it makes me wish I was dead
Or just alone instead, I'll be alone instead
I don't need anyone in this bed
Just these ceiling tiles falling through my head
Sorry, I really lost my head
Oh, I'm so sorry, I really lost my head
Oh, those words you said

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