Recycle the same conversation over and over again

I just can't stop thinking about why I've got nothing to say

Watching the cat begging for food he knows that I can relate

Wondering when you're gonna throw a couple scraps my way

Never enough to get me through my life

Barely enough to get me through the night

You twist up my words like a tornado tangles a tumbleweed

Spinning around and around and around your intent to deceive

An endless nightmare of insecure and selfish schemes

Like when I sing you say I'm always slightly off the key

You're never gonna let me fly