I've kept my head against the wall   I've been this way for so long now   You weren't exactly falling over yourself   When last I saw you      Well I always thought   We'd get along like a house on fire   Until you told me that I'd have to go   How can someone like you, work that slow?      Whatever you think of me   You listen hard and I will make you see   Whatever you think of me   You listen hard and I will make you see      I don't feel anything no more   This state of grace is consuming me   I'm not grown up and I am not a boy   I feel no pain and I feel no joy      Well, I always thought   We'd get along like a house on fire   In those days when the sun was warm   I ran in the street where I was born      Whatever you think of me   You listen hard and I will make you see   Whatever you think of me   You listen hard and I will make you see      The streets are so empty at this time of night   I'd rather walk on my own than fight   In a world where I'd forgotten you   I found myself forgotten, too      That's the danger of believing books   And all the lies of those thieves and crooks   We sing intellectual songs of love   From a stolen pen to a velvet glove