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Bus Stop

I've been fighting this the hard way, been fighting you instead of just saying
What I need is some peace and quiet, it's too quiet though because you're never staying
Or talking about weather, just when we'll get together, but I want more than pleasure in presence
I want all the late nights, coffee when we're dark-eyed, dreaming like we're four and still in nursery and heaven

But we're back to that bus stop
Why won't you back up?
Tell me what's wrong with you, baby
No, I don't wanna go home
I want you to want me to know so
Tell me what's wrong with you, baby
What's wrong with you, baby?
What's wrong with you, baby?
What's wrong with you, baby?

Don't give me that look of a murderous fiend, after I've just been trying to get along
Each breathe, you tell me to fuck off, but either shouting or silence seems to get you really turned on
I'm talking about weather, whether you'll open up ever 'cause I want more than pleasure and presents
I want conversation, therapy and sensation, not you screaming like you're four and still in nursery 'cause you never learned your lesson

But we're back to that bus stop
Why won't you back up?
Tell me what's wrong with you, baby
No, I don't wanna go home
I want you to want me to know so
Tell me what's wrong with you, baby
What's wrong with you, baby?
What's wrong with you, baby?
What's wrong with you, baby?

Why are we back to that bus stop?
We keep stopping at the bus stop
How long can you keep the act up?
What's wrong with you, baby?

No, I don't wanna go home
I want you to want me to know
Tell me what's wrong with you, baby
No, I won't pick up the phone
I can't converse on my own
Tell me what's wrong with you, baby
What's wrong with you, baby?
What's wrong with you, baby?
What's wrong with you, baby?