DESCRIPTION:
The seventeenth song from Get Set Go's album Selling Out & Going Home

Lyrics:
So, here's another day
That I let slip away
Another day doing nothing at all
The phone, it don't ring no more
And I'm so fucking bored
But I'm afraid to score
'Cause if I do I know
If I do, it'll be the death of me
But I'm more afraid of facing this ennui
Oh, the pain of having it all
I think I learned to stand so I could fall
Fuck you all

The things that I used to do
They just don't pull me through
The way they used to when I gave a damn
Now nothing turns me on
Nothing gets me going
Nothing except you
All my words are dead and useless things
And the song I sing, it barely interests me
Oh, the pain of having it all
I think I learned to stand so I could fall

I don't want fame, I don't want things
I don't want all the joy that success will bring
All I want is you
I don't want fame, I don't want things
I don't want all the joy that success will bring
All I want is you
I don't want fame, I don't want things
I don't want all the joy that success will bring
All I want is you
I don't want fame, I don't want things
I don't want all the joy that success will bring
All I want is you
I don't want fame, I don't want things
I don't want all the joy that success will bring
All I want is you