Tuesdays and Fridays I'd wait at the bus stop   And guess who won't show up   I'm tired of waiting for you      Reflections in puddles and rain on their faces   How awkward this place is   When all seems connected to you      You warned me from the first time on   But I chose to ignore the things you said   Of course it didn't take you long   To figure out a way to pull my leg      Well, here I stand   I don't feel too good   Slightly canned   I wish you would      Untie the knot   Untie the knot, then the have   Have not   Untie the knot      You won't have me worried   I can still take care of myself somehow   You won't have me worried   Just have to rethink my thoughts somehow      Well, here I stand   I don't feel too good   Slightly canned   I wish you would   Untie the knot