And that's the end and that's the start of it.
That's the whole and that's the part of it.
That's the high and that's the heart of it.
That's the long and that's the short of it.
That's the best and that's the test in it.
That's the doubt, the doubt, the trust in it.
That's the sight and that's the sound of it.
That's the gift and that's the trick in it.
I tore the muscle from your chest
And used it to stub out cigarettes.
I listened to your screams of pleasure,
And I watched the bed sheets turn blood red.
I always watch you when you're dreaming
Because I know it's not of me.
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks,
Imagine there are two or three ways
To make you love me.
And not dream of someone else,
Become the movie on your eyelids...
Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth.
I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth.
Time will help you through,
But it doesn't have the time
To give you all the answers to the never-ending why.
No one cares when you’re out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when you’re down in the gutter
Got no friends got no lover.
Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you,
Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you.
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