Nirvana - Arms Akimbo

Oh, I hate this mood

But it keeps me close to you

If you’re leaving soon

There’s not much I can do

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But she don’t know any words

«With the lights out, it’s less dangerous» is this the only line she’s heard

She don’t know the hell I’m in

Four at the end of the cigarette end

She can’t help getting over it

Settle it down, well I’m sick of this

Oh, you hate this too

'Cause you know how much it hurts

To let this go because you know somebody’s got it worse

So you keep me 'round

But don’t say it too loud

You’re saving face in different places

When you come down, oh

She don’t know the hell I’m in

Four at the end of the cigarette end

She can’t help getting over it

Settle it down, well I’m sick of this

She don’t know the hell I’m in

Four at the end of the cigarette end

She can’t help getting over it

Settle it down, well I’m sick of this

Now there’s a Southern

Rain that could smother

You and your mother

Wake and recover

Now there’s a Southern

Rain that could smother

You and your mother

Wake and recover

'Cause she don’t know

She don’t know the hell I’m in

Four at the end of the cigarette end

She can’t help getting over it

Settle it down, well I’m sick of this

She don’t know the hell I’m in

Four at the end of the cigarette end

She can’t help getting over it

Settle it down, well I’m sick of this