Текст песни Another Sob Story

I hear we're falling out? Another sob story Your bullshit yeah well I bought it once But those days are gone It's so goddamn boring Here comes a flock of seagulls Tired of losing their way I'll watch you follow them Over that precipice Well not much to say I guess Another sob story All your bullshit yeah well I bought it once, but those days are gone It's so boring, boring, yeah One two three seven Counting the days on one hand It's like supply and demand All those times, I should have told you That I'm Counting the days on one hand... Sick of the sight of you Sick of the sound of your voice Sick of the sight of you Sick of the sound of your voice Yeah