Sour Grapes

In here with me, that's where you want me to be.

I'm hiding high, no fear I won't cry.

And Heaven sent, head in descent here.

A hell of a state and I'm in it, I'm in it.

I want a life, well I won't say goodbye

And I will hold me down, hold me down.

In here with me, I don't see

I want heresy,

In here I die, I can die any day now.

Days and days, days and days.

It's an un-English state, days and days

Of sour grapes, sour grapes.

Days and days.

You're wearing that, wearing that bland old hat

And your boxer shorts, they are your most inner thoughts.

A thousand miles of old headlines, memories of her.

That flowerhead sour grape, that un-English state

Means you do like to wait, violent and Disney-like.

Days and days, days and days.

It's an un-English state, days and days

Days and days of sour grapes.

Sour grapes, days and days.

A thousand miles of old headlines, memories of her,

Days before, days before, never and days and days.

Days and days, days and days

Of sour grapes, un-English state.

And days and days of sour grapes

Of sour grapes, days and days.

Days and days of sour grapes,

Un-English state, un-English...