Without bother i try harder Than running-around-on-you Maybe someday Games that you play Will get old to you, too I count on my fingers The things i thought i knew And sabotage the mirage of our future Cause if i were a winner Like you wanted me to be Then wouldn't i fix everything for free? Riddle-writing nights have explained More about you to me Than any lines i've drawn from a to b When i come down From my seek-around Will you catch me then? I'm hot as a potato When i'm out of the oven Watch me, watch me As i fall from grace Baby, baby will you cover your face?