Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
cant even see ya
look like a mouse
Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground
tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
Im at the door
Why cant you be nicer to me?
somebodys screaming
looking at the ceiling
everythings so funny
i dont have any money
people dont even know me
but they know how to show me
why cant you be nicer to me?
my pride is dying
i think im all done lying
nobodys sharing
so i stop caring
all alone and walking
nobodys talking
why cant you be nicer to me?
well the wind is blowing
where am i going
off a bridge and falling
nobodys calling
on the ground and laying
nobodys praying
why cant you be nicer to me?

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