Yet Another Sob Story Songtext / Lyric

I hear we're falling out?

Another sob story

Your bullshit yeah well

I bought it once

But those days are gone

It's so goddamn boring



Here comes a flock of seagulls

Tired of losing their way

I'll watch you follow them

Over that precipice






Well not much to say I guess

Another sob story

All your bullshit yeah well

I bought it once, but those days are gone

It's so boring, boring, yeah



One two three seven



Counting the days on one hand

It's like supply and demand

All those times, I should have told you

That I'm



Counting the days on one hand...



Sick of the sight of you

Sick of the sound of your voice

Sick of the sight of you

Sick of the sound of your voice



Yeah