Me Me Me the Brick House

I know that you couldn’t
I know that you wouldn’t dare
I won’t trust that slippery gold that’s in your hands
I know what we did
and I know that we didn’t kiss
And I can ride all over it
all over this mess
I know that I’m
I’m no good
I am no good
I’m no good
You see, I am no good
Stop blowing, the walls won’t break, you better
Stop blowing, the walls won’t break, you better
Stop blowing, the walls won’t break, you better
I know that we couldn’t
I know that we wouldn’t have
I won’t trust that glittering hope destructive flare
I know what we did
and I know that we didn’t miss
And I can ride all over it
all over this mess
I know that I’m
I’m no good
I am no good
I’m no good
You see, I am no good
These are the chances
The black chances
The eyes are open
I’m afraid
The war is blowing
and there is something to befriend
The anxious drumming
when there is nowhere to begin
Stop blowing, the walls won’t break, you better
Stop blowing, the walls won’t break, you better
Stop blowing, the walls won’t break, you better