Hurt Prone

Graham Coxon

Every time I see you I got that feeling that I've seen you before

And each time I try to talk to you I just get the feeling that I'm being a bore

And I'm sitting down with my hands on my head

And all I'm thinking about is a shadow falling over my mind

And I feel if I get to talk to you

Like something's gotta... like the suns gotta shine



It's always been so difficult to talk to you in my small dark place

And everything I feel so strange about keeps on changing its shape

One day I might open my eyes and decide that I am dead

Until that day I'll just try and dream of you inside my head



You were soiled

You are now

I want you

To feel real blue



All my life I'm beginning to feel like

I'm running to where nothing really exists

And I... write a thought of mine on my t-shirt instead

I feel like a child, I put pen to paper and I'm beginning to cry

And all you can do is absorb my tears when I do not say bye bye



You're so good

You are mine

I'm so bad

When I don't shine



You're so fine out of time

You're so cruel to this fool

I wanna talk but all is blocked and I just don't know every what to say

And every night I'm dreaming, dreaming