From the recording grey matter

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Most of the Time is the back-and-forth craziness following a major break-up. The age-old dilemma is illustrated in “I don’t wish you ill most of the time; I think of you still most of the time…”

Lyrics

You did me wrong, leaving me shattered
To pick up the shards of my pieces you scattered

I don’t wish you ill most of the time
I think of you still most of the time
I don’t wish you grace most of the time
I see your face most of the time

I want you to crawl most of the time
I wait for your call most of the time
I hope you feel fear most of the time
I want you here most of the time

I still feel your lips and your arms round my hips….

It’s not about you most of the time
Except all I do most of the time
You should be despised most of the time
I miss your eyes most of the time

You tore up our charming future you painted
Tears are the salt in my wounds you have created

I still feel your lips and your arms round my hips….

I don’t wish you ill most of the time
I think of you still most of the time
I don’t wish you grace most of the time
I see your face most of the time

I want you to crawl most of the time
I wait for your call most of the time
I hope you feel fear most of the time
I want you here most of the time
I want you near most of the time