paroles de chanson Morrissey for Company - Buttercup

The weatherman he's not a fool
Predicting what I'm gonna say
Cold and bleak
I'd laugh if you called it free will
I'm so much less, more like possessed

Without you
I've got nothing but maudlin thoughts
Without you all I've got's these shambles
I'm drinking
I've lost before i've even fought

It's not making me better
I'm sick to my heart
It's not making me better
I'm lost from the start

So what did you expect?
"So what?" you say

Back at the ranch it's a laugh
Pour a tea, have a good cry
There's ten thousand things that are worse
But still I can't, I want to hide

Without you I've got nothin' to say
Without you all I've got is Morrissey on tape
Morrissey for company

It's not making me better
I'm sick to my heart
He's not making me better
I'm lost from the start

So what did you expect?