hey i know there s more to this but i bought you a newspaper every sunday at the end just a huge pile of yellowed sunday telegraphs on the windowpane we sang three blind mice together three blind mice three blind mice who went in across the farmer s house you know well just never tell if someone s got a secret hell now you you should be breakin me sometimes i lose my head i don t know nothing you should be breaking me instead you let me hide behind your back what goes around will come back down can someone get it out of town i m in this state kinda late but tell me don t it look just great you you should be haunting me some drift get twisted before i even touch em you should be scaring me but don t i only scare myself so don t i only scare myself so don t i only scare myself so don t i only scare myself so don t i only scare myself so don t i only scare myself 