Late Movie

I’d like to know what you’ve done with my clothes
I wish for things to change, this is simply not my day
A good idea can’t be seen or be touched
In the end, he was cursed for the pictures that he took
I never knew how low you could stoop
I spat on the glass and it ran down on my shoe
Obvious things are your strength and your blood
A pie in the face gets you more bang than it should
I saw the film when I was too young
I don’t understand
My dad paid the bills and I left the room
So give me a break