You Collect

You Collect
You collect your things
In my flat
With a tear in your eye
With a tear in your eye
You collect your things in my flat
With a tear in your eye
Never tears of joy
But always, always of anger
And it’s bubbling in your chest
But you always hold your mouth
Never is it funny
Never is anything great
You’ve got a bunch of problems
But never a solution
Please you’re hurting me
When you’re hurting yourself
Please put down your guard
Please put down your shoes
It is all in your head
And you put your head inside of your chest
You collect your things in my flat
With a tear in your eye
With a tear in your eye