Satisfaction

Tell me all the things you think I want to hear And I'll materialize when it's my time to appear But can you open your eyes and see what's happening here I only want what can't be mine So don't put up a vacancy sign What a fucking waste of time I can feel the cold sinking in my bones I know I'll be alone if I take you home So go go get on the phone Tell me what I know So I can get on I can get on Getting on my own It's a sour sort of satisfaction Waiting on a favorable reaction Hoping for a reasonable distraction I only want what can't be mine So don't put up a vacancy sign What a fucking waste of time I can feel the cold sinking in my bones Know I'll be alone if I take you home So go go get on the phone Tell me what I know So I can get on I can get on Getting on my own I know my spot is a box that was set for me Cause we stay in the lines in our own category That Madonna whore thing Is getting kinda boring There's more to us than what you want us to be I can feel the cold sinking in my bones Know I'll be alone if I take you home So go go get on the phone Tell me what I know So I can get on I can get on Getting on my own