Who would have thought that I was the cure Who would have thought I was what you were looking for Just smile, I know you want to Just die, I know ill let you. There was a man And hush I can’t stand him anymore But he buckles his pants and smokes with ease I put out the smoke, and the lights and I freeze You make me feel naked when i'm dressed in my best You make me diseased just like the rest. Who thought I was a cure For the Monday blues Standing outside the store But he buttons his shirt What’s left of the day And before he leaves I beg him to stay Cause i’m the cure I have to be I’m the one I’m pretty Sure. It’s just another day And the habits cum and go Cum again Say again And hush He’s leaving me lonely Better be alone I’m better Leave me, go. Looking now in the mirror, and its not there Passed away, tucked away, hidden How long? And forever, or not? Its almost seems unreal, crazy But I hold steadfast to sanity And call myself nothing but And the taste of autumn waits at my door Feinding. Chasing you With a bottle and a broom.