Well it's way too late, baby

the talons of cynicism are already buried in my brain

when "do as I say, not as I do" is the broken glass that I drag my naked body across

I'm thinking of you,

and I don't want to give up but I'm a quitter thanks to you,

do you think it's fair?


Love is so alive, so I've got to find a way to make it die

picturing your face being cut inside my head

I've got to find a way to keep you from being beautiful


You and me are the touch of two lips;

we're the center of a kiss

but you won't stay long enough to believe this

you and me are the sky in love with the sea


But you're not so pretty when you're dead


When I rot I want you to be there when I become the dust again

I want to know that you forgot, everything that I was, and was not


When I kissed you good night tonight, you weren't there

your lips lied like the tongue inside your beautiful mouth

but if I cut it out you'd never lie to me again


'Cause you don't love me, you're just in love with everyone

and if you were like me, and you were dead within

you'd understand that I don't know how to be your friend


You've burned blue eyes and soft lips in my soul

but I'd cut that out and wrap it in a ribbon for you