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Beauty is a drug and it's coursing through my veins |
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I sit at home staring at your picture while my colleagues discuss capital gains |
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This love's just a cloud of cigarette smoke |
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Blows away on the wind but it stays in your throat |
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And the coughing is worse than ever these days |
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You walk into the room and I can't look up at you |
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All my concentrated efforts added up to one big thing I never meant to do |
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My heart's been misfiled by the U.S. Postal Service |
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All these people with their expectations make me so nervous |
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And people like them could never be like people like you |
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You're too bright for me, I'm too dumb for you |
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In the night I see your face in the moon |
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You're the one who stands rock-solid in the shifting sands |
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And I'm a bad, bad man with a place in my heart for you |
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I got to the place where secret things are sold |
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Thunder in the distance and it sounds like it's a million years old |
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I see your hair like a waterfall falling |
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Feel like a long drunk in the parking lot bawling |
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And I don't know how this house got so incredibly cold |
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I can't explain it and nobody cares to know |
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Long-dead women call my name from deep inside my radio |
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I set surrounded by my money and my glory |
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Numbly re-telling my little pointless life story |
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And the chandeliers winked as if to say, "We know" |
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And I've confessed all my sins |
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I'm just the type who never ever wins |
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And I pray to God every weekend |
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I fit it in |
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And I've kept you waiting so long |
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But everything's gonna be different when I finish this song |
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And I know myself better than anyone |
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Who's to say I'm wrong? |