I'm glad that you're near
and I'm sad that you're here.
This is what it's like to be me.
I'm glad that you're here
and I'm sad that you're near.
This is what it's like to die alone.
This all hurts me so much,
that I honestly believe
you're the one this is hard for.
I've bartered tact for wit
and I've already made up
a billion stories about you.
Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up,
I'm breaking up,
I guess we're breaking up.
You're not the other woman,
you're just another
Another hobby for
a guy like me.
You've given me a heart like a gun
and I'm shocked that I've made it
through these billion days.
I didn't think I could tough it out all those days,
a billion.
So we're growing?
I'm sure.
"There's no other I can turn to,
there's no other I can turn to,
if not you, heart,
who else can I believe?"
I hope you enjoyed dying alone.
There's a woman sitting in a motel room
counting minutes and seconds
adding to her list of "one hour loves."
She's tired but the new will do,
she'll replace the body,
his friends are good for bang-bang!
An amiable hobby.
He's got a secret.
Just keep it and sleep with it.
He can't believe a thing you've said.
"We're going nowhere" ...
"fair is fair."
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that we're not gonna' take it.
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise we swear,
we're not running naked.
There's a man sitting in a motel
waiting for a hooker that he never applied for
... or is it even her?
and he can't believe
a damn thing you said
"We're going nowhere" ...
"fair is fair."
Just when it's perfect
It's finite, he called it.
He said he's sober,
it's over.
So long.
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that we're not gonna' take it.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise we swear,
we're not running naked.
He would stay forever
just to say he saw you leave
and maybe things wouldn't be this way.
He would would stay forever
just to say he saw you on your knees.
I burn the lamp.
I burn when
I do, I do
everything I do for you
But I hate you, hate you
and I guess its nothing new for you.
Welcome to Hollywood whore.
Wake up in Hollywood whore.
My dance has passed.
Combine the throb within the head
with the rhythm of my fucking feet.
Say a novena for all those lost
and read the bloodstains on the sheets.
I've whored myself for less than this
and I've prayed to appear to fed.
As I knelt on my pillow God,
I clenched my fists and banged my head.
Who could ever
Who the fuck could ever
take the place of me?
How I kiss up to God my fists
and I pray to keep my head
though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
and my fists all fucking red.
Through sickness and health
I've kissed up to God two years.
I have focused
on the cameos made by the tiger
in the valley of the fucking locust.
Wipe it off you mouth.
Get up off your knees
and make me your god.
It's sexual debauchery.
You cost what you're worth.
Followed by a boy like this.
Re-ignited by all your visits.
As long as your mouth is shut
You'll still be fucking beautiful.