I think I'm changing into something that I'm not,
I feel it start to hurt a little then a lot.
Is this the last bastion of all that's true?
A delayed reaction to a misspent youth.
(You know) I can't take back the time I waste on you.
'Cos I'm just like fly-paper to you.
No fortitude in our simplicity.
No certitude in this idiocy.
(You know) I can't take back the time I waste on you
'Cos I'm stuck/just like fly-paper to you
No fortitude in our simplicity.
No certitude in this idiocy.
Written by Colin M Potter