Issues - Violent Femmes

Why you coming round?

Why you coming here?

You tell me that I’m worthless as I turn to get us a beer

You’re living at the top

I’m dying underneath

I don’t need anyone at my grave laying their wreath

So don’t insist

You tried to tell me about your issues

I don’t need to know about them anymore

Your issues

And why you’re standing in my kitchen door

I don’t want to talk about it

I don’t care

But what’s that glistening in your stare?

They say the world is round

Will you have another beer?

Killing time all the time isn’t what brings you here

Life is at the top

Death is underneath

So I don’t want anyone digging up from beneath

Darling, insist

Do not tell me about your issues

Oh god you’re gonna talk about them more and more

I’ll get some tissues

Cause soon you’ll be crying on my kitchen floor

I don’t need to talk about it, I don’t care

But what’s this hovering in the air?

How can you be so cruel?

How am I just a fool?

Cause I’m glad you came around

So good you stopped by here

It was really pointless but it proved to bring us more near

Now you’re in the top

And I am underneath

What the fuck’s going on?

I know this will bring us grief

But I can’t resist

You and your issues

I wish I didn’t have to hear them anymore

But they’re your issues

So now as were lying on my kitchen floor

Go ahead and talk about it I don’t care

While I’m running my fingers all through your hair