Jumble jumble come on over all at my house sleep on the couch

Look like a mouse can't even see ya

Crumble crumble the bag is brown rip up the paper to hear a sound

Pick up the pieces up

Off the ground tumble tumble on to the floor until your poor roll over

I'm at the door wave to me

Why can't you be nicer to me somebody's screaming everything's so funny

Looking at the ceiling I don't have any money people don't even know me

But they know how to show me

Why can't you be nicer to me my pride is dying

So I stop caring I think I'm all done lying all alone

And walking nobody's sharing nobody's talking

Why can't you be nicer to me

Well the wind is blowing where am I going off a bridge

And falling nobody's praying nobody's calling on the ground

And laying why can't you be nicer to me