Wednesday Lyrics - Something With Numbers

You are so desperate to learn 

If you didn't try you 

Might find out why no one 

No one cares about 

The things that you say anyway 

This whole thing is about me 

I think so hard my head gets sore 

I wonder what will be in store 

I'll cut my fingers off 

And watch them hit the floor 

You can't describe yourself 

Maybe things will change 

And you will be stuck here for life 

Put an apple on your head 

And be struck down by me 

Who is me if I am you 

I think so hard my head gets sore 

I wonder what will be in store 

I'll cut my fingers off 

And watch them hit the floor 

I'll sit there bleeding on myself 

And there's no need to call for help 

I'll lay in pain and watch 

The blood run down the wall 

But maybe I have missed something 

That never once was said 

And I cannot retrieve it 

'Cause it's stuck inside my head 

But why must I say 

I can't think straight 

Negotiate, negotiate 

I think so hard my head gets sore 

I wonder what will be in store 

I'll cut my fingers off 

And watch them hit the floor 

I'll sit there bleeding on myself 

And there's no need to call for help 

I'll lay in pain and watch 

The blood run down the wall