Technically I don't have the truth
I don’t know what to tell you
Technically
I don't know what to tell you
I'm on the fence
Of everything I’ve done
And everything I've ever said
I don't wanna regret
Never making a mess
Of this Sunday dress
I'm on the fence
I'm on the fence
And I wanna scream
You're beautiful
I wanna be useful
A leak my mouth
The raging wound
A leak my mouth
The raging wound
You're beautiful
I wanna be useful
But it won't do
No it won’t do
There are rules inside this room
Inside this room
Sometimes I’m calm enough to read
But mostly I'm just a bit dizzy