Letras: Veruca Salt. Eight Arms To Hold You. Loneliness is Worse.

When you've had enough
When you've got it bad enough and you can't let go
When it comes to blows
And you start to overflow
And you can't get home
It's a subtle kind of cruel
It taps my spine here
I'm drawing a line
I'm asking please
Don't you want to be happy with me?


I'm afraid if you don't come around soon I'll turn sadder than you ever were
And you'll learn loneliness is worse


You've got to try
December's all alone and he's calling me on the phone
But he sounds so cold
He says he loves me so
But how would I ever know?
Certain words grow old
It's a vicious kind of catch
It sides me blind now
I'm out of my mind

I want to scream
Don't you want to be happy with me?


I'm afraid if you don't come around soon I'll turn sadder than you ever were
And you'll learn loneliness is worse


You've got to try
Love liked me long ago
It had a way of making everyone the same
But now the angels must laugh and sigh
To hear me pleading with you
Needing this you this way
Oh why don't you want to be happy with me?


I'm afraid if you don't come around soon I'll turn sadder than you ever were
And you'll learn loneliness is worse


You've got to try to stay mine all the way