Lyric Jumble, Jumble

Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
can t even see ya
look like a mouse

Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground

tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
I m at the door

Why can t you be nicer to me?
somebody s screaming
looking at the ceiling
everything s so funny
i don t have any money
people don t even know me
but they know how to show me

why can t you be nicer to me?

my pride is dying
i think i m all done lying
nobody s sharing
so i stop caring
all alone and walking
nobody s talking

why can t you be nicer to me?

well the wind is blowing
where am i going
off a bridge and falling
nobody s calling
on the ground and laying
nobody s praying

why can t you be nicer to me?