Turn On/Off

Here's another Sunday Here's another Sunday and Sunday I can't keep the distance I can't feel any of the difference Turn around now and see the sun It's going down, it's turning on Punch me hard now and turn me on You are too soft, you turn me off I want something brighter I want something brighter and brighter I'll stand around the witches Light them up, they'll turn on like switches I don't want to be one more paper doll That's blown all through the town like this Unhappy that I am Unhappy that I am unhappy I was good with chemistry Now all I want is everyone to pinch me