My Other People

My Other People Lyrics

[Intro]
I went along
I went alone
Could someone please shut the door on their way out?

[Verse]
I've been a painter at her easel
Been a butcher at his block
Been a clown under stage lights
Been a martyr with his cross
I've seen a hundred boring evenings
Seen a thousand angry nights
I held the world at the bottom of a pint glass
Picked a hundred stupid fights
[Chorus]
And these people
They can really help you now
And these people
They can really help you now

[Post-Chorus]
You're not alone

[Outro]
I went along
I went alone
Could someone please shut the door on their way out?
I went along
I went alone
Could someone please shut the door on their way out?