Besedila: Armchair Martian. Armchair Martian - 7. I'm Not Ready.

She dictates my every breath.
She'll flatter herself with things like that.
Find herself down in debt but I'm not ready yet.
She writes down what I've said,
puts it in my face 'till I've re-read.
Say something I forget but I'm not ready yet.
No fun, feel sick, no fun...
Hey son why don'cha find your head.
She'll try and call my hand, disconnected and disbanded.
She can have what she can find, I might lose my mind.
No fun...

I'm not ready yet
Cowards way or be controlled. Do what you're told....
No fun...
I couldn't be alone with you
But I could be lonely with you