Candy is quick and she's good at impressions 

She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street 

She's got pills that distort her depression 

Counting her friends on her hands and her feet 

You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe 

Running as hard and as fast as you could 

Stealing the boots of the soldiers who were otherwise done 

Misunderstanding what was misunderstood 

Is twice as bad as love, oh 

Twice as bad as love, and not that sad 

Twice as bad as love 

Once to be heard, twice to be had 



Imagine yourself as a saint or a poet 

Stealing the boots off the dead and well-worn 

Hosea was some fuck that she met in the projects 

Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged 

You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy 

Running as hard and as fast as you could 

A bucket full of pills and some [???] 

Misunderstanding what was misunderstood 

Is twice as bad as love, oh 

Twice as bad as love, but not that sad 

Twice as bad as love 

Once to be heard, twice to be had