Dull

Dull he's got me down again
He complains into the weekend
And starts all over again
Have you breathing out the window, oh

He told me I can't be sharpened like a knife
Or be as colors are bright
And now I'll decide how I will see the world tonight
He called on
I can't, I can't
Pick up the life tonight
So tell me what is it like to be so wanted
All of the time

Dull he's got me down again
He complains until his birthday
'Cause no one knows when it ends
But that's his fault anyway
Have you breathing out the window, buddy
Have you breathing out the window, buddy

He called me I can't be sharpened like a knife
Or be as colors are bright
And now I'll decide how I will see the world tonight
He called on
I can't, I can't
Pick up the life tonight
So tell me what is it like to be so wanted
All of the time

Now he told me I tried so hard
To be sharpened like a knife
But to be as duller as I like
And now I'll decide how I will see the world tonight
He told me I, I try to be sharpened like a life
So tell me what is it like to be so wanted
All of the time