Text: Elliott Smith. New Moon. Almost Over.

Think i'm unkind
the people arent the way you think they are
they can't remember all the time
what it was you wanted

they paint you out in straight silhouette
but don't you get the picture yet?
why you getting all upset?
the worst part is almost over

three's such a crowd
you ought to tell me what you tell yourself
you ever gonna speak it aloud?
do i have to guess like everyone else

with an iron will to walk the walk
and the glass jaw that can't be moved to talk
black eyes always watch the clock
the worst part is almost over

you let yourself be froze by death
you think i'm mean cos i call you out
you dont know what you're about
the worst part is almost over now
the worst part is almost over now
now now