disclaimer:

I've got nothing to say
So I won't say anything
I'm not like other guys
I know when to give up and
I don't want to jinx it
I'm not expecting anything to happen
And I was sick last week and I can't sing I'm sorry
I'm just messing around I don't know what I'm doing
I really don't know what you were expecting
Ok, now that we got that out of the way
I just want to say that

You say you need space
Well I hate space
I think its a waste
Of tax dollars
So I don't know what to do
With all this love I have for you
I'd give it to the thrift store
But they don't take anger
And it's hard to separate the two