She had her mind made up just like her face

She painted in the lines and shadows

She shaded color in that would express

The lonely mood that follows

Love, short and painful and tidy lies in self-defense

She just told a thing or two to the King of Confidence



You said that he could tell her anything

She even held him when he was crying

And made her feel she was the only one

You knew that he was lying when he said he was lying



Love is short and painful, that she finally made sense

Of the love he had for the one and only King of Confidence



It's hard enough to be your lover, let alone your confidant

You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want

It's just another tawdry morning now

another tarnished farewell

Your body's tired and complaining now

But you're too tore down to tell



Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents

I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence



It's hard enough to be your lover, let alone your confidant

You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want

It's just another tawdry morning now

another tarnished farewell

Your body's tired and complaining now

But you're too tore down to tell



Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents

I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence

I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence