Tuesday, November 23, 2010

lyrical truth

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry.

You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world.
I wish I was special,
You're so fuckin' special.

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.

I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so fuckin' special,
I wish I was special.

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever you want.
You're so fuckin' special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here.

I don't belong here......

creep
-radiohead-