Lyrics

In a corner of the city
That felt just like the middle
We were hardly sitting pretty
We were working on a riddle
When someone lying next to me
Identified her destiny
And said without complexity
(Or maybe just a little)
Mikey, you're killing me

In the middle of the city
We were sifting through the rubble
Falling (what a pity)
We were drifting on the double
When someone very dear to me
Leaned in very near to me
And made it very clear to me
That I was too much trouble
Mikey, you're killing me

Boredom, wine
I'm seeing things
Like girls with wings
And warning signs
That don't mean anything
Mikey, you're killing me