Text: Nirvana. Oh, The Guilt.

She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has to alter it

She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit

She likes to be
She likes to be
She likes to be
She's into guilt
Go

She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent

She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time and has to self-invent

She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has to alter it

She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go