Stuck on the floor underneath your boots
I've been torn up in shreds all day
And the words on the wall paint me shades of blue
And in reading their lips I hear an old refrain
Asking "What sort of place do I have for you
When they're all that you need?"
Trashed to the side wrinkled up and used
Why are they sending you eyes?
Cause you're both sharing looks when I'm out of view
And you still not been reading all the notes I write
And I can't seem to make it quite through to you
If they're all that you need
Walk back to the wall
Words make me mad
No letters at all
Where's my trash at?
I'm crushed to a ball
If you don't take my calls
I'll be damned
Just damned
I'll be damned if I'm just
Blown by the wind and thrown out of view
I'm done with being pushed around
Said it'd be easy love could be etched in stone
But though it's slow to wear down
There's no room to grow
So what can I do if it's just a choice
And they're all that you need
If they're all that you need
If they're all that you need then
What can I do?
What can I do? Just tell me
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?
What can I do?