it is hard to trust your heart to one love, or so i say. 'cause every night there's a different woman. kid's got no pride; it went down with his liver. girl, i got your number but i won't remember your figure.
doctors, they wait to mend this crooked heart. the bridge is broken and no nails to bolt these wooden blocks. guess he got a _ to have a little faith. i know there is good waiting for me. well, long ago, didn't you say you were runnin' away from all the beauty in you? maybe all this death makes up for a better tune. 'cause if you got no love inside you, then you had no love inside you.
i have a friend who writes two and a half songs in one night. his voice is the wind and it carries through this moonlight. now boy, i didn't know, ya gotta sad soul. every puff from your cigarette spells the truth of the smoke. while you inhale and exhale, i see a little bit of hope. i know we got something in this world we're all fightin' for. i'm a pathetic singer with the same old voice. if you want joy then jump 'til you can reach the top. and each petal you plucked from your fence flowers. will this all be the same? well, i gotta give up. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away.
doctors, they wait to mend this crooked heart. the bridge is broken and no nails to bolt these wooden blocks. guess he got a _ to have a little faith. i know there is good waiting for me. well, long ago, didn't you say you were runnin' away from all the beauty in you? maybe all this death makes up for a better tune. 'cause if you got no love inside you, then you had no love inside you.
i have a friend who writes two and a half songs in one night. his voice is the wind and it carries through this moonlight. now boy, i didn't know, ya gotta sad soul. every puff from your cigarette spells the truth of the smoke. while you inhale and exhale, i see a little bit of hope. i know we got something in this world we're all fightin' for. i'm a pathetic singer with the same old voice. if you want joy then jump 'til you can reach the top. and each petal you plucked from your fence flowers. will this all be the same? well, i gotta give up. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away. i gotta go away.