This is what they mean when they say that
History forgets the losers
And everyone told me you wouldn't leave laugh lines
Only bruises and I
I defy anyone to tell me why I spent
Three months getting to know you
And I ended up asking why
This is what they mean when they say that
You reap the things you sow and I'm like
A battered Victor Frankenstein
And I'm crawling through the snow you know
Don't feel so bad for me
Cause this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly
This is how they need to end
Some days I like to think about
Jack Kennedy in office
How and how I'll never be completely sure
If his killers walk among us
This is what they mean when they say
Keep your friends close and enemies closer
Down the hall across the street
Burning bridges with kerosene This isn't healthy
Don't feel so bad for me
Cause this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly
This is how they need to end
Some days I like to think about
Jack Kennedy in office
How and how I'll never be completely sure
If his killers walk among us
And how October is my November
And how this city is my own Dallas
And how we'll never know who took the shots
Because there's no one left to tell us
Some days it would be easier
To leave all this behind and go down south
To someplace where no one will try to find me
I'd even send a postcard
When I drive to Dealey Plaza and I blow my fucking brains out