sitting here in this dirty bar
watching the trash go by
she`s selling cigarettes and lollipops
she`s got a sparkle in her black eye

she says `maybe my time will come`
maybe my time will come

he said he`d sweep her off her feet
defying all of gravity
well she`d move any bright city
to fill this gaping cavity she says

i`m a slave in this empty life
diggin` my grave i`m his newspaper wife

well he must have a very small broom
as she sits in this very large room
maybe it`s just a piece of straw
she says why am i so in awe 

chorus
i`m a slave to this empty life
diggin` my grave i`m his newspaper wife
i`m ashamed of this meaningless life
diggin` my grave i`m his newspaper wife

she sits across from him
drinking her coffee
his face is buried in other people`s lives she says
`i wonder if he`s gonna read forever
i`m his newspaper wife

repeat chorus