Joanna

Joanna, Joanna
You've not left your bed for days
Joanna, Joanna
Makeup's running down your face
You tell yourself you're by yourself
But we both know it's just not true
You tell yourself you've lost your health
But we both know that's the easy way out
Your head's down, my head's up
You say you just can't explain
Your head's in, my head's up
It only makes you worse again
When you tell yourself you're by yourself
But we both know it's just not true
You cry and cry, you'd rather die
But we both know that's the easy way out
Cry on my shoulder if you want
I think it's better if you don't
It's not that I don't sympathise
Just better that you dry your eyes
Cry on my shoulder if you want
I think it's better if you don't
It's not that I don't sympathise
Just better that you dry your eyes
And how can you stop laughing
When you're plucking at your heart strings
And how can you stop laughing
When you're plucking at your heart
Joanna, Joanna
Joanna, Joanna
Joanna, Joanna
Joanna, Joanna