I'm no angel I'm no saint I get sad the room's a different colour When I'm covered in paint I'm no master I haven't figured it out I don't smooth out the plaster And with the bumps come my doubts It's too late for sandpaper The paint's already on I'm a song writing waiter Just let me serve you a song Don't make me fix what I've broken That's way too much work And it would take me knowin' That I am a jerk So leave me dissatisfied With my bumpy blue walls Leave me to grieve to cry But don't let me fall Because if I fall Then I'll fall apart And then I'll be small Just like my heart