I'm becoming over exposed   Like a photograph at the edge of your toes   Waiting to be picked up   And stuck up, on your bedroom wall      And as the bluetac fades away   Along with the photograph one might say   That it's all over, the well is dry   Mouths are shut, and arms are tied, arms are tied      What can I say?   This is where I want to stay   Taking time, trying to find   A cheaper way to spend my time   And you’ll say, "Its not enough"   And you’ll say, "Its not enough"      And as the needle plays the tune   The guitar chords cry out to you   Speaking in all honesty   Thoughts you can’t deny, how’s it feel inside?      What can I say?   This is where I want to stay   Taking time, trying to find   A cheaper way to spend my time   And you’ll say, "Its not enough"   And you’ll say, "Its not enough"