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