Hurt Prone - Graham Coxon

Every time I see you I got that feeling that I’ve seen you before

And each time I try to talk to you I just get the feeling that I’m being a bore

And I’m sitting down there with my hands on my head and all I’m thinking about

is a shadow falling over my mind

And I feel if I get to talk to you like something’s gotta… like the sun’s

gotta shine

It’s always been so difficult for me to talk to you in my small dark place

And everything I feel so strange about keeps on changing its shape

One day I might open my eyes and decide that I am dead

Until that day I’ll just try to dream of you inside my head

You were soiled

You are now

I want you

To feel real blue

All my life I’m beginning to feel like I’m running to where nothing really

exists

And I… write a thought of mine on my T-shirt instead

I feel like a child, I put pen to paper and I’m beginning to cry

And all you can do is absorb my tears when I do not say bye bye

You’re so good

You are mine

I’m so bad

When I don’t shine

You’re so fine out of time

You’re so cruel to this fool

I wanna talk but all is blocked and I just don’t know ever what to say

And every night I’m dreaming, dreaming