It's like he was born again, the second her cold lips touched his, but now this pale boy sings sad songs from the depths of the corners of his skull space.
She carries on, fingers stained with love, blood, and cigarette smoke.
The same skinny hand with a universal grip fit tightly around a battered heart.
But this one's hardly alive, all taped together and stapled shut.
But this one barely survives in the shadow if 21st century love.
She comes on to you like a coma, your body goes numb like a hollow dreamer in the distance of insomnia, you cant quite tell what her beauty means or how to make love stick around, you're not even sure such a thing exists.
So you chainsmoke all the movie memories double checking emotions for something missed.
It's over and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.
It's over and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.
It's over and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.
It's over and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.
And now its stuck in your glass gut and all the songs are talking to you, picking wishbones out of your foot and avoiding facing the truth.
Running into it wherever you go circling around the last words spoke.
Trying to make sense of the present while shifting through the pulp of the past.
This modern dichotomy of men where losers wear their broken hearts, with nothing to show in the end but heroin skin and bruised body parts, with nothing to show in the end but heroin skin and bruised body parts, with nothing to show in the end but heroin skin and bruised body parts.
(Spoken) It's over, and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.
You're too tired to care about what went wrong.
It's over, and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.
It's over and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.
It's over and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.
It's over and she is gone, you're too tired to care about what went wrong.