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And when you lose hope It's hard to cope Watching the tyranny with sober eyes The daybreak and sunset All hours in between are spent murdering time
I'm through with the headaches Hiding my hands that tremble like earthquakes Under the table, under the daytime sky Good Fucking Bye
You made for a bad lover's liver You stole all the covers and fucked up my head You made me such an asshole I wish we'd never met I'm tired of being bored
Oh, I go off like a gun Like a loaded weapon Bang, bang, bang Grip me in your hands So here we go again It echoes in my head Bang, bang, bang Grip me in your hands So I can feel you here with me Soaked in sin
Baptized by your kiss and now I'm born again Bite your lip Wrap my hands around your head and pull you in I can't catch my breath Sleep, think, or speak Yeah your mojo witchcraft, Honey, it's working on me So let's make a mess Tear up these sheets Every whisper you speak sends shivers through me
It's been a tough year for all it's worth Still keep my phone number at the bottom of your purse Between your sticks of gum and all the Reasons why you don't call me anymore Just in case you change your mind Hang a right at the lights, I get off work at five I'm a song away on your stereo So just get in your car and drive
There ain’t no reason things are this way. Its how they always been and they intend to stay. I can't explain why we live this way, we do it everyday. Preachers on the podium speakin’ of saints, Prophets on the sidewalk beggin’ for change, Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name. I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same, A window and a pigeon with a broken wing, You can spend your whole life workin’ for something Just to have it taken away.
People walk around pushing back their debts, Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets, Talking ‘bout nothing, not thinking ‘bout death, Every little heartbeat, every little breath. People walk a tight rope on a razors edge Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons. It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen Or a thought or a word or a sentence.
Well I heard you got a place and it's far away from here reality has sunken in now confirming all my fears I'm not gonna track you down and it's too late to stop thinking 'bout the time that we have lost I'm happy without you. I'm trying to forget you and everything we had (we didn't stand a chance) we're miserable and it's true I haven't learned a thing but now I know I'll trust no one else
