Lyric More s the Pity

i am everything
i am on the brink of still
it s not all it s true
sitting on a sprinkler
take my call and see
the reciever to your ear
when you bridge the leap
it will become so clear

that there s not only one of me
just look closely now count them all
and you ll get three
that one s clever
this one s free
but it s all your favorite
i hate more s the pity

i ve seen everything
i can only think of you
check my window pane
if you can t enjoy the view
i could fall for less
i believe a thing you say
write it down for me
and it will all come
into play

that there s not only one of me
just look closely now count them all
and you ll get three
that one s clever
this one s free
but it s all your favorite
i hate more s the pity

lined up in a row
like little dolls
like bungalows
the reasons look the same
a newer version
same old game

i am everything
i am on the brink
i m not anything
i could use a drink

tell me what you see
you look close but
it s not me
i m not what you need
and i ll never ever be