I can´t move on because I can´t move out

there is nothing left to do because there is nothing left for you

a rising sense which says it ends

I don´t care for what they say

they won´t help you anyway

a lack of art is complained in charts

it´s the way you turned to say "fuck yourself, I feel okay"

but when you were gone I would pass the way

but when you are here I hate you, my dear

cause it´s needless and hard to say:

I can´t get along, I can´t get along, I can´t get along with you

I do believe in you and me and the things we´ve left behind

they were just a waste of time

but I, I like the way your heart beats

I like the way your heart beats

I can´t get along, I can´t get along, I can´t get along with you