| Well baby lay down your pride-sprayed poems
|
| While I sit and mumble at your feet
|
| Am I a stone or a stoned kid dreaming
|
| Of a closet full of crumbled tees
|
| Young and hungry, dark blue and clumsy
|
| Dumb enough to let you go
|
| Outside the show drinking Nyquil and honey
|
| Trying to conjure up some rock and roll
|
| You’re the exception, dear, I’m the rule
|
| I traded love for a song like a fool
|
| I’m always drawn to the wrong thing to do
|
| And I keep proving it
|
| The sky came apart with my guilt-stricken heart
|
| Break me down, break me up
|
| We’ll let freedom ring while the blacktop sings
|
| In the sad baptist rain for us
|
| The devil ain’t nearly as real as he seems
|
| Your name is a number I see in my dreams
|
| Your heart is a dangerous, beautiful thing
|
| I keep losing it |