I can´t move on because I can´t move out
there is nothing left to do because there is nothing left for you
a rising sense which says it ends
I don´t care for what they say
they won´t help you anyway
a lack of art is complained in charts
it´s the way you turned to say "fuck yourself, I feel okay"
but when you were gone I would pass the way
but when you are here I hate you, my dear
cause it´s needless and hard to say:
I can´t get along, I can´t get along, I can´t get along with you
I do believe in you and me and the things we´ve left behind
they were just a waste of time
but I, I like the way your heart beats
I like the way your heart beats
I can´t get along, I can´t get along, I can´t get along with you