Fuckabout

This song is a fuckabout
 Not one to write home about
 And I guess if you're in any doubt
 That I'm a fuckabout
 Then I'll hear you out
 I live in a paradise
 It's not home, but I guess it's alright
 And you live on the second floor
 Sleep in the corridor
 What are you living for?
 When words get stuck in your throat
 And all you wanna do is choke
 On the lies that you've been fed
 When you are down in the dumps
 And you're kicking at the walls
 'Cause you don't know what you've said
 When I put the kettle on
 You put heavy metal on
 I won't say a word, until I go
 Then you say
 What do I know anyway?
 And I waste, every single day
 Staring into the middle space
 And you know that I'm a fuckabout
 What can we talk about anyhow?
 I don't give a fuck
 About people in love
 They don't piss me off
 They just make me give up