Fax Message Breakup

You’re optimistic; you’re living the dream
Your face is known across the scene
Healthy in mind and wellbeing;
Obsession, perfection, so obscene

I can’t do this anymore
I don’t know what it’s for
I can’t do this anymore
I don’t know what it’s for

I sold some records, but not a lot
I won’t be floating Happy Robots
And now my synths are in the loft
Even the moog that was on ‘Make it Soft’

I can’t do this anymore
I don’t know what it’s for
I can’t do this anymore
I don’t know what it’s for
I can’t do this anymore
I don’t know what it’s for
I can’t do this anymore
I don’t know what it’s for