作曲 : Means, Ruess
Can we take the next hour and talk about me? 
Talk about me, oh we'll talk about me 
Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me 
Can we please take this hour and talk about me? 
And my hatred for corporate magazines 
You know they don't speak to me 
The irony is they won't speak with me 
I placed you on a window sill 
Cut notches up and down the door 
My surprise 
I woke up one morning 
In bed in your place lay a note 
It read, "Baby, Your love, it just ain't good enough. I found sunlight 6 hours away. You watered me down 'til I drifted abound Somewhere far from your shade." 
Now I shadow my former self 
Once whole and now only a chest full of holes red wax, it paints me unclear 
When the big hand strikes 12, 
I disappear 
And the angels are fake and they'll lie to your face 
Anything to keep you away 
You watered me down 'til 
I drifted abound 
It's time 
I accept the fact that you on your back 
It has buried the past 
Can we please take this hour and talk about me? 
Talk about me, oh we'll talk about me 
Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me 
Can we please take this hour and talk about me? 
And my hatred for corporate magazines 
You know they don't speak to me 
The irony is they won't speak with me