Well
I'm sick of the charity words and my fear of the fire
Of your lack of an inner sense...
Focus, forget the absent friend, the one who's never around
No I don't recall
No I don't remember you at all, but I watch out and I do what you tell me
I do what you told me... Ha
We are all tied up, but I watch out and I do what you tell me
I sell what you sold me

Where did you go?