I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
We can cap the old times
Make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines
Make playing that nothing else will change

But she can read, she can read
She can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad

But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You'll go stabbing yourself in the neck

And we can find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times
Clay making, that nothing else will change

But she can read, she can read
She can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad

It's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
You'll go stabbing yourself in the neck

But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
And you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck

It's in the way that she poses

She packs away
She packs away
She packs away
She packs away

She packs away
She packs away
She packs away

It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart