You're one in a million A million I've seen a million times before I'm sure your name's not really Marie And I'm confident that isn't your living room floor Says here you like ponies And I'm impressed by your grasp of political ideas But there's only so many ways a girl can hide her ankles behind her ears I turned the page to the centrefold spread and I had to hide my surprise In my school and then serving me drinks were the last time I saw those eyes This girl knows my name and she lies about hers And she lived on my street and once helped with a verse It was better off that way She looks better off this way And now I'm wondering what shapes Emily makes when she's the only one around Or the silhouette cut by Sarah when she's out of town I want to know what sound Sophie slips out when she's the happiest she's ever been Let's talk about that Tell me about that and it's who we'll be I went to the party We talked about shit we'd never mentioned before I was thinking it probably should have stayed that way As two drunk-ass girls chased me across the floor We almost got the balance right between taking our clothes off and talking all night One minute adults discussing sexual aids The next I was pitying where that rabbit had strayed And then Kim showed us all her black and white breasts in photos, I didn't know quite what to say So she drank herself to the sofa and puked in her hair and all over the place And then the beds came out and the dice threw down And the pants came off and we passed them around It was better off that way It felt better off that way And now I'm wondering what shapes Emily makes when she's the only one around Or the silhouette cut by Sarah when she's out of town I want to know what sound Sophie slips out when she's the happiest she's ever been Let's talk about that Tell me about that and it's who we'll be Another line crossed and I don't want to talk about that And I don't want to talk about me Broken way more trust and I don't want to talk about that And I don't want to talk about me And then we'll all grow up and do the sensible thing, but then, none of us'll complain 'Cause the team'll change and we'll get fucked up and we'll do it all over again And the want will grow and the dream may feed And the pace may slow, but I'll still believe It was better off that way It felt better off that way And now I'm wondering what shapes Emily makes when she's the only one around Or the silhouette cut by Sarah when she's out of town I want to know what sound Sophie slips out when she's the happiest she's ever been Let's talk about that Tell me about that Let's talk about that and it's who we'll be And I don't want to talk about me

John needs to spend some more time alone At first it was her conclusion, then now his own The dream he's building is bright and tall But the world's a big place and she wants it all He cries as she packs her things, she smiles and goes His best friend offers a sense of absolution, as he's hanging around But his own tale only roughly outlines the pain and John tries telling him One saw it coming and let her go The other broke down from just having to know I trust you my friend, but it's kind of not the same It's not a disorder, I don't think I'm diseased I'm just a little down in this space inbetween I'm normal, I'll be fine I'll be fine I don't really need much sympathy The strongest cry before they're free In a burst of overwhelming relief, I'll be fine I'll be fine As much a surprise to him as to anyone, a girl makes him smile And John forgets his train of thought And why he was upset in the first place, thinking It's not a disorder, I don't think I'm diseased I'm just a little down in this space inbetween I'm normal, I'll be fine I'll be fine I don't really need much sympathy The strongest cry before they're free In a burst of overwhelming relief, I'll be fine And all along he's the second best At everything, with the emphasis on the everything Nevertheless, ten years go His torn and frayed attention span Is stretching between his and her demands A perfect work of imperfect hands is let go And John feels pretty bad for feeling ok Mistakes must feel pretty right to make, if this is a mistake It's not a disorder, I don't think I'm diseased No matter what you want to see in me It's normal, I'll be fine I'll be fine I don't really need much sympathy The strongest cry before they're free In a burst of overwhelming relief, I'll be fine It's not a disorder, I don't think I'm diseased I'm just a little down in this space inbetween I'm normal, I'll be fine I'll be fine I don't really need much sympathy The strongest cry before they're free In a burst of overwhelming relief, I'll be fine I'll be fine

I'm drifting away, can't seem to focus on the words Did I leave the TV on, or was it set to standby? It's not deliberate I've heard, just an overactive memory You could ask a thousand times, but I'll just stick to thinking And you'll see the focus in my eyes I swear that I was listening I probably heard everything And I'll be lost on the inside I swear I was listening I probably heard everything I care, but I keep getting distracted By the spider in your hair and whether it might be radioactive Childish thoughts like these prevent any real sincerity When you're talking about your child who died Or might have been born, or something similar And you'll see the focus in my eyes I swear I was listening I probably heard everything And I'll be lost on the inside I swear I was listening I probably heard everything Suprisingly I'm alright With this feeling that I'm blind to the outside Surprisingly, yeah, I'm fine Maybe I've been hearing words you never said And you'll see the focus in my eyes I swear I was listening I probably heard everything And I'll be lost on the inside I swear I was listening I probably heard everything And you'll see the focus in my eyes I swear I was listening I probably heard everything And I'll be lost on the inside I swear I was listening I probably heard everything

Riding the bus Paranoid, check for my keys again I think she thinks I'm watching, that I'm staring when I fidget in my favourite seat, loudest demos on repeat Do they know who I am? Maybe I should show them, brand new pad and pen This lyricist who, what, now she's glaring again? I'm the only sane one on this trip, we're becoming best friends When did me drawing conclusions about you and me From scrapes and contusions and marks on your sleeve Change from the act of someone in control To someone who's lost all their teeth? I'm lucky I'm the only one trained not to slouch Don't these people know your lumbar's hooked up to your mouth? I'm surrounded by fools, why do idiots surround? (Why does my head keep rewording this for grammar and sound?) I'm thinking too quickly for my hand with a pen My 'a's look like 'o's, so they're kept in my head I look like I'm preparing my words, it won't help I'm set with two seconds on everyone else I can feel time, it's stretching and it's bending around I feel one with the lights and the merry-go-round Give no shit that the tiniest shifts won't be seen I would teach you, but noone wants sane like me Oh noone wants sane like me Noone wants sane like me