This is for you, you must know it's for you, what else
   can I think about?
   I knocked on your door until my fingers were sore, although
   I'd guessed you were out
   & what do I need? is it hunger or greed that has
   brought me here?
   & what will I find? aren't we two of a kind?
   Oh I take back everything, I didn't mean a thing
   & when you pull the strings I don't think you feel a
   thing
   Don't forget what I say, we can be back in one day, we can
   borrow your mother's car
   Don't sing me that song, I've been here for too long
   Oh you couldn't have looked that far, did you look very
   far?
   I seem to recall you said nothing at all the day that this
   letter came
   It must have been sent by the friend of a friend, oh now I
   forget his name, I'm really not to
   blame!
   & when you pull the strings i don't think you feel a
   thing
   Oh do you feel a thing?
   & when you pull the strings i don't think you feel a
   thing