 I watch how the moon sits in the sky on a dark night Shining with the light from the sun If the sun doesn't give light to the moon Assuming the moon's gonna blow at one It makes me think of how you act for me You do favors there rapidly You just turn around and start asking me About things that you want back from me I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger Sick of you acting like I owe you this Find another place to feed your greed While I find a place to rest I wanna be in another place I hate when you say you don't understand