You couldn't even make it there on time, could you?    Well I hope you missed the best part.    Just a reminder that I was sixteen and it's further behind now than it's ever been.    That stupid behaviour gave a good bruise.    Sixteen or not, I'm still being used.    I couldn't even hide myself at any time, could I?    Something always gives me away.    My arms are folding, my foot's through the floor    and I don't want to play any more.    The walls have been painted a sad, sky blue   so let's have a toast to the beautiful view.    I watched the sun rise on TV, it was flawless.    The sink is ocean enough for me, mines got corners.