Jonathan Coulton

Overhead

Jonathan Coulton


Once in a while I go out of my way 
To kill you a little 
I'm sick or your smile, your nothing to say 
Your monkey, your middle 

You see me overhead 
As I go by 
You talk so cold and dead 
And still you wonder why 

Once in a while I go out of my way 
To kill you a little 
I'm sick or your smile, your nothing to say 
Your monkey, your middle 

You are my overhead 
It makes me cry 
You buy some folding bed 
And still you wonder why 

Once in a while I go out of my way 
To kill you a little 
I'm sick or your smile, your nothing to say 
Your monkey, your middle 

You fall heel over head 
And though you try 
You just get old instead 
And still you wonder why 

Once in a while I go out of my way 
To kill you a little