Turn On/Turn Off
Here's another Sunday
Here's another Sunday and Sunday
I can't keep the distance
I can't feel any of the difference
Turn around now and see the sun
It's going down, it's turning on
Punch me hard now and turn me on
You are too soft, you turn me off
I want something brighter
I want something brighter and brighter
I'll stand around the witches
Light them up, they'll turn on like switches
I don't want to be one more paper doll
That's blown all through the town like this
Unhappy that I am
Unhappy that I am unhappy
I was good with chemistry
Now all I want is everyone to pinch me