The Nondescript - Graham Smith

James Coffey, you’re so pretty

What’s your secret?

How do you stay so skinny?

I’ve met a lot of freaks in this city

All of them crazy

Nobody’s quite like Jimmy

I know it might sound silly

But, God help me

This town is gonna kill me

So I’m taking all of you with me

If you want me

You’ve gotta come and get me

I’m running out of steam

From running down a dream

I’m ugly, sure, but I am no Tom Petty

I’m chomping at the bit

But still I gotta admit

That you got a way of leaving my palms sweaty

Ready, go, tell me what I already know

You want a healthy stake in my future

I want to drive a stake through your healthy heart

I trust you when you say that you love me

It’s just too bad love is a term of art

It’s gonna be fine

You’re just wasting your time crying to me

I’ve got a right to know what’s on your mind

Oh, honey, alright, you know I’m bad with goodbyes

Let’s start wrapping it up

You’ve got a life, right, and I’ve got mine

But still you’re hanging on

You’ve gotta tag along

And pout and prattle on until you’re breathless

And then you run away

What am I gonna say?

It’s just a game you play to get your messages across

And so I guess this is «get lost»

And goodnight, thanks for the effort

I can’t say you didn’t try

And I thought the time was now but it’s more like never

And I think we both know why

I may look like a man but I’m really a monkey

Just like everyone else

And you know anything goes when the people get hungry

You’ve gotta fend for yourself