Please Do Not Disturb

 

Sellout

(Juliana Hatfield) 1997 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

 

I wasn't born into royalty

But I can try to buy in

I live in the land of opportunity

And stealing, cheating, and lying

And I need you to want me

 

I lost my attitude

I got a tattoo

I show some tit,

And let you pinch my ass

I'll cut you some slack

 

So why don't you want me

Why don't you want me

It's not a sellout if nobody buys it

I can't be blamed if nobody likes it

 

Should I keep smiling

Or should I start crying

I know that you love me

'Cause you said you did

You said that I was the real thing

 

Hey, where are you going

I thought that you told me

That if I learned how to play the game

Then I would win

If I learned how to say alright to everything

 

So why don't they want me

Why don't they want me

It's not a sellout if nobody buys it

I can't be blamed if nobody likes it

 

Can I redeem myself

Can I get back my name

I cannot show my face

In any decent place

 

I was only trying to make it

And now I cannot fake it anymore

Natives have Billboard

Take me for free I'm yours

La, la, la, la, la, whoo !

 

It's not a sellout if nobody buys it

I can't be blamed if nobody likes it

 

It's not a sellout if nobody buys it

I can't be blamed if nobody likes it

 

It's not a sellout if nobody buys it

I can't be blamed if nobody likes it

 

It's not a sellout

I can't be blamed

 

 

Trying Not To Think About It

(Juliana Hatfield) 1997 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

 

Southern California is bad for the soul

And New York City takes its toll

The Mississippi River has a mean undertow

How can I sheild myself from the things that I hear

I want to close my eyes and sleep for a year

Tell me that it's only a dream

That it's a nightmare

 

Trying not to think about it,

Trying not to think about it.

 

How can your mother be so strong

When her only baby is gone

I don't know where you are

Everything is wrong

 

So I'm trying not to think about it,

Trying not to think about it.

 

 

As If Your Life Depended On It

(Juliana Hatfield) 1997 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

 

Say hello

As if your life depended on it

Crack a joke, light his smoke

As if your life depended on it

 

You can't handle his beautiful eyes

And all they symbolize

No flowers in your bottles

No view of the moon from you room

No baby in your belly too

 

Behind your sleepy eyes

You're hyper-aware of time

Ticking away towards your bed

(Towards your bed)

No one to go home to

Your life is boring you

So you're living for the guy that you just met

(That just met)

 

There's no such thing as pleasant conversation

It's all just drowning victims gasping for air

You need somebody to save you now

'Cause you are surrounded and they're closing in

 

He gives me a beer

I take a sip

As if my life depended on it

'Cause everything matters

And if he doesn't take me up inside

I know I'm gonna die

 

Behind your sleepy eyes

You're hyper-aware of time

Ticking away towards the end

(Towards the end)

No one to go home to

Your life is boring you

So you're living for the guy that you just met

(That you just met)

 

No one to go home to

My life is boring too

So you put it all on the guy that you just met

 

 

Give Me Some Of That

(Juliana Hatfield) 1997 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

 

Give me some of that

You're so young

You don't even know

What you have

Give me some of that

Give it back

I do appreciate

That you have

 

Too much money

For two hands

Too many days and nights

Too many demands

 

Give me some of that

You don't really need it

You don't really care

Baby take it all back

You never had to fight

But you still want it

To comfort you

You're like a little kid

 

With too many choices

Too many habits

Too many places

Too many friends

 

If I had

Some of what you had

I would be so

So fucking glad

If I had

Half of what you had

I could live off it forever

I would make it last

I want it so much

I want it so bad

Tell everybody

But no one gives a damn

 

Too much freedom

For one person

You get to have

Too much fun

 

If I had

Some of what you had

I would be so

So fucking glad

If I had

Half of what you had

I could feel off it forever

I would make it last

I want it so much

I want it so bad

Tell everybody

But no one gives a damn

 

Give me some of that !

 

 

Get Off

(Juliana Hatfield) 1997 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

 

It doesn't matter what I say

You're gonna crush me anyway

It doesn't matter what I do

You'll find a way to crush it too

 

In your mind you can create anything at all

It projects on the walls of your heart

What a beautiful vision, oh you can feel

What you want but it's not really real

 

When will you get off of me

You must get off of me

Because I can hardly breathe

Get off of me, yeah

 

It doesn't matter what I mean

You misinterpret everything

It doesn't even bother you

The evil way I look at you

 

In your mind you can create anything at all

It projects on the walls of your heart

What a horrible nightmare, oh you can feel

If you want but it's not really real

 

When will you get off of me

You must get off of me

I'm not here to serve your needs

Get off of me

 

When will you get off of me

You must get off of me

I didn't do anything

Get off of me

 

 

The Edge Of Nowhere

(Juliana Hatfield) 1997 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

 

Coming to the edge of nowhere

Daydreaming of unconsciousness

The closer that I get

The further I am gone

The horizon is steadier than steal

Where the world ends and the sun disappears

I can't move

The pain is too real

It slips into color I can feel

I can feel, I can feel, I can feel

 

The reds go up

The blues go down

The lights go off

The dark pulls on

 

The reds go up

The blues go down

The lights go off

The dark pulls on

 

Blood will see the fall will define

Valium sleep mixed with wine

 

If I jump will I fly ?

If I fall will I rise ?

If I jump will I fly ?

If I fall will I rise ?

Rise, rise.

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