Can't Listen - Tilt

You thought you’d risk my life for me

That kind of help I don’t need

But oh what fun it seems to be

Smear all the door knobs with grease

Always keeping one eye free

Unconscious discrepancy

I try to pick the winning side

And you looked like the winning type

No I can’t listen to you anymore

You’re starting to make some kind of twisted sense

I know you’d love it if you knew how close you are

To persuading me

Got to prove you’re not to touch

How can you stand to know so much?

Why do you stop to talk to me?

I’m deaf and dull with apathy

Dead men are the silent type

Tied off too tight with the hype

Did we dine and did we dash

Even when we had the cash

No I can’t listen to you anymore

You’re starting to make some kind of twisted sense

I know you’d love it if you knew how close you are

To persuading me close to persuading me

You may just take me down with you yet

I feel it seep

The trouble into my brain

Like a slow working corrosive

Eating away inside

Got to prove you’re not to touch

How can you stand to know so much?

Why do you stop to talk to me?

I’m deaf and dull with apathy

I try to pick the winning side

And you looked like the winning type

You and me out on the dole

Next time we dance on hotter coals