In My Room - The Blow

Things to do

Yeah, I’ve got them in my room

I’ve got it going on

The silence of the phone not ringing

Is just a present thing under my mind

Think of you, yeah oh

I’ve got such better things to do than you

And I don’t notice hardly even at all

The aching expanse of space

Aching, radiating out, in circles around my house

Things to do,

yeah ooh

I’ve got them in my room

I’ve got it going on

And I could read until the end of the page

Without looking for your name

Start over at the top of the page

Read it all again

It’s all the same

And I don’t notice hardly even at all

The aching expanse of space

Aching, raidating out, in circles around my house