Texty: Morrissey. Years of Refusal. I'm OK By Myself.

Could this be an arm around my waist?
Well, surely the hand contains a knife?
It's been so all of my life
Why change now? It hasn't

Now this might surprise you but
I find I'm okay by myself
And I don't need you
Or your morality to save me
No, no, no, no, no

Then came an arm around my shoulder
Well, surely the hand holds a revolver?
It's been so all of my life
Why change now? It hasn't

Now this might disturb you but
I find I'm okay by myself
And I don't need you
Or your benevolence to make sense
No, no, no, no

After all these years
I find I'm okay by myself
And I don't need you
Or your homespun philosophy
No, no, no, no

This might make you throw up in your bed
I'm okay by myself
And I don't need you
And I never have, I never have
No, no, no, no