She permits herself unbounded sprays of rage,
like a monkey in a cage filled with razor blades.
And you sit and watch them from the aisles
giving out your free advice, watching from backstage.
So you see your stars from the side.
Look at these, your stars from the side.
He grabs her by the wrist and shakes his fist
and then after that they kiss, then they both get pissed.
And then it’s time to say fuck you and leave
and after maybe to grieve that it’s come to this.
All the while you see your stars from the side.
Look at these, your stars from the side.
He lied, she cried, he’s tired, she’s high.
Help me, I’m yours.
I can’t do nothing tonight.
I got a fever so high.
Help me decide if there’s still a point
in being your friend.
’Cause it’s costing much more
than I can spend right now.
And I don’t want to be cruel.
I don’t want to be your fool
neither I don’t want to take the bait,
but to leave you in that state.
Hey, you leave me nothing, nothing
nothing to do but walk away.
Don’t you think I know what it’s like
to feel ugly and tired.
Seeing you there like a star from the side
in my rear view mirror with your head
in your hands on sunset.
Hey, don’t you know what it’s like
to be a mirror unseen.
A bit part in someone else’s bad dream.
I’ve played my part in your b-movie
long enough, long enough, long enough.
Why don’t you open your eyes and see me
Everything’s comin’ up roses.
