Issues

Why you coming round? Why you coming here? You tell me that I'm worthless as I turn to get us a beer You're living at the top I'm dying underneath I don't need anyone at my grave laying their wreath So don't insist You tried to tell me 'bout your issues I don't need to know about them anymore Your issues And why you're standing in my kitchen door I don't want to talk about it I don't care But what's that glistening in your stare? They say the world is round Will you have another beer? Killing time all the time isn't what brings you here Life is at the top Death is underneath So I don't want anyone digging up from beneath Darling, insist[?] Do not tell me about your issues Oh god you're gonna talk about them more and more I'll get some tissues 'Cause soon you'll be crying on my kitchen floor I don't need to talk about it I don't care But what's this hovering in the air? How can you be so cruel? How am I just a fool? 'Cause I'm glad you came around So good you stopped by here It was really pointless but it proved to bring us more near Now you're in the top And I am underneath What the fuck's going on? I know this will bring us grief But I can't resist You and your issues I wish I didn't have to hear them anymore But they're your issues So now as were lying on my kitchen floor Go ahead and talk about it I don't care While I'm running my fingers all through your hair --- Issues - Violent Femmes