Thinking of all the times you missed
digging it in you can't resist
plenty of daggers in your room
I passed it on the way
Counting your bridges one by one
wondering how to burn them down
wasn't it grand you used to say
I passed you by the way
Something of a liability
to the creative process see
drawn to the clickity clack oh no
your mother breaks her back
Nothing turns out the way you planned
you're probably carrying the things you can
from the picture show you once called home
you lived there all alone
You were so picturesque I know
and my own body felt so cold
tasted like honey on your breast
a tombstone on my soul
Guess we're all stars in town tonight
seen in a skinflick burning bright
you didn't have time to make the switch
you passed it by the way
digging it in you can't resist
plenty of daggers in your room
I passed it on the way
Counting your bridges one by one
wondering how to burn them down
wasn't it grand you used to say
I passed you by the way
Something of a liability
to the creative process see
drawn to the clickity clack oh no
your mother breaks her back
Nothing turns out the way you planned
you're probably carrying the things you can
from the picture show you once called home
you lived there all alone
You were so picturesque I know
and my own body felt so cold
tasted like honey on your breast
a tombstone on my soul
Guess we're all stars in town tonight
seen in a skinflick burning bright
you didn't have time to make the switch
you passed it by the way