Lyrics

BREAKIN? MY OWN HEART

And in the room the blond-haired women come and go
all knowing nothing about Michelangelo.
and if you?d ask me now I?d say I was better at the start.
I would have been better off just breaking my own heart.

Why would you say that you?d do it
when you knew that you won?t?
Why would you say you know how
when you knew that you don?t?
You said you?d be fair way back there
but it?s come to the point where I know
you just don?t care
you just don?t care

I heard a student say he?s waiting for God-oh
He said Samuel Beckett pronounced it that way
when he directed the video.
I laughed and said ?he?s dead?
but maybe he?s living in that guy?s head
well I don?t know

And in the room the blond-haired women come and go
all knowing nothing about Michelangelo.

And if the fog comes in on cat feet there?s no better way to go
than nice and slow
I leave you everything you reap this you did sow
you wrote the wrong thing on the wall and I just have to go
I have to go

And in the room the blond-haired women come and go
all knowing nothing about Michelangelo
and if you?d ask me now I?d say I was better at the start
I would have been better off just breaking my own heart
I would have been better off just breaking my own heart