Fuckabout

This song is a fuckabout Not one to write home about And I guess if you're in any doubt That I'm a fuckabout Then I'll hear you out I live in a paradise It's not home, but I guess it's alright And you live on the second floor Sleep in the corridor What are you living for? [Chorus] When words get stuck in your throat And all you wanna do is choke On the lies that you've been fed When you are down in the dumps And you're kicking at the walls Cause you don't know what you've said When I put the kettle on You put heavy metal on I won't say a word, until I go Then you say What do I know anyway? And I waste, every single day Staring into the middle space And you know that I'm a fuckabout What can we talk about anyhow? [Chorus] [instrumental] [Chorus] I don't give a fuck About people in love They don't piss me off They just make me give up