| If you don’t mind, can we not fight? |
| See your clothes woman in the night, |
| I’m sober, still alive, |
| Waste your days on your own, |
| Getting drunk, getting stoned, |
| I’m soba, still alone, |
| Must I always take a back seat? |
| Must I always be your clown? |
| Did you ever really love me? |
| Or were you always coming down? |
| See your face, see your eyes, |
| Shouldn’t have left, shouldn’t have lied, |
| I’m sober, still alive, |
| Must I always take a back seat? |
| Must I always be your clown? |
| Did you ever really love me? |
| Or were you always coming down? |
| Must I always take a back seat? |
| Must I always be your clown? |
| Did you ever really love me? |
| Or were you always coming down? |
| If you don’t mind we’ll not fight? |
| See your clothes woman in the night, |
| I’m soba, still its dark, |
| Wasted days on your own, |
| Getting drunk, getting stoned, |
| I’m sober, still alone, |
| Must I always take a back seat? |
| Must I always be your clown? |
| Did you ever really love me? |
| Or were you always coming down? |
| Must I always take a back seat? |
| Must I always be your clown? |
| Did you ever really love me? |
| Or were you always coming down? |