Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
Mark Mulcahy
You're pretty
You're pretty naive
You're pretty, you're pretty
You're pretty like money says
You're pretty naive
I wish that I could be naive again
You're dinin'
You're dining with friends
You're dinin' you're dining'
You're dinin' and it never ends
Maybe I'll take my meals at home
And dine alone
The things I love don't bring me joy
The things I want, I wanna destroy
You were thinkin'
Thinking how good I am
You were thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
Thinking how good I am
Lately I have been admirin' you for just leavin' me be
The things I love don't bring me joy
The things I want, I wanna destroy
I have patience
I have patience
He has a certain patience
That allows him to do nothing
A certain negligence of time
Maybe
Maybe, maybe you found something important
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe you found something important there
Maybe I have been explorin' all the same places
Over and over
The things I love don't bring me joy
The things I want...I wanna destroy
I have patience
I have patience