please, go home

Peter Bjorn And John

I ran out of luck, I ran out of everything I got
Then someone came and picked me up
Picked me up, took me to someplace I don't even recall
I was out of reach, out of reach
for anyone but me
Then someone refused to stand back
stand back and listen
To my egoistic chat
Oh no, it ain't that easy, I should know
it ain't easy
But I don't