Lyrics
You came in with a face full of desire
You entered with a face expressing intense longing or passion.
But I don't wanna listen to you
I am unwilling to hear what you have to say.
What are you about after all?
Questioning the true nature or purpose of your intentions.
Get somebody else for your satisfier
Find someone else to fulfill your desires.
I've got no time to listen to you baby
I don't have the time to pay attention to you, baby.
You just love to belong
Your inclination is towards seeking a sense of belonging.
Fit into every changing shape
Adapt to various changing situations.
With your ever changing taste
Your preferences and desires are constantly changing.
You can paint the fucking walls
You can decorate or embellish things, but it doesn't bring fulfillment.
But you've never had it all
You've never experienced completeness or satisfaction.
Won't match the other
Unable to match or compare to others.
All wrong colors
Your choices or actions are consistently incorrect or inappropriate.
Paint the fucking walls
The act of decorating or covering up, but it doesn't provide control.
But you'll never have control
Lack of control, possibly in life or circumstances.
It's a hall of mirrors
A confusing and deceptive environment.
You won't see another self
You won't recognize your true self in this deceptive environment.
Now your complacent joy would soon expire
Your contentment will soon fade away.
Where's everybody? It's yet half past two
Wondering where everyone is, and it's still early in the night.
Why don't you make a call
Suggesting the need to take action or communicate.
Now you're talking more like a coke supplier
Your speech resembles that of a supplier of cocaine.
Got no tongue to taste it for you lady
Unable to express or taste pleasure on your behalf.
You just love to belong
Similar to line 7, expressing the desire to fit in.
Fit into every changing shape
Continuing theme of adapting to changing circumstances.
With your ever changing taste
Your preferences are constantly evolving.
You can paint the fucking walls
Reiteration of the futility of decorating or covering up.
But you've never had it all
You've never experienced completeness or satisfaction.
Won't match the other
Similar to line 14, unable to match or compare to others.
All wrong colors
Your choices or actions are consistently incorrect or inappropriate.
Paint the fucking walls
Repeating the idea of decorating or covering up without control.
But you'll never have control
Continued lack of control, possibly in life or circumstances.
It's a hall of mirrors
Reiteration of a confusing and deceptive environment.
You won't see another self
Repeating the idea that you won't recognize your true self in this environment.
Fit into every changing shape
Reiteration of the theme of adapting to changing circumstances.
With your ever changing taste
Continuing the idea that your preferences are constantly changing.
You can paint the fucking walls
Repeating the futility of decorating or embellishing.
But you've never had it all
Reiteration that you've never experienced completeness or satisfaction.
You can paint the fucking walls
Repeating the futility of decorating or embellishing.
But you've never had it all
Emphasizing the lack of fulfillment despite efforts to decorate or cover up.
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