Well, I know you find it hard to smile,To keep your happiness in
styleYou pass in silence in the mornin'You know you
shouldn't ever try to ignore me.And you look to be pretty
nervousSweaty hands and blood shot eyes.So hard to identify
you,Just a loser in a loser's disguise.She don't back
down,And she won't come around hereAn' there's
all this talk about dyingMan I don't get it, for the life
of me.With your fingernails painted redAnd your eyes all ready
to wedDecorated from head to toeLike a magician in a talent
show.She don't back down,And she don't come around
here.An' there's all this talkin' about dying,Man
I don't get it, for the life of me.So you've smoked
your last cigaretteBlindfolded on a train from TibetAnd broke
your last bottle of wineAnd unraveled your last ball of
twine.She don't back down,She don't come around
hereNow there's all this talkin' about dying,Man I
don't get it, for the life of me.She don't back
down,She don't come around hereNow there's all this
talkin' about dying,Man I don't get it, for the life
of me.Well, I know you find it hard to smileTo keep your
happiness in styleYou pass in silence in the mornin'You
know you don'tneed to / mean to ignore me.Now there's
all this talk about dying,Well, I don't get it, for the
life of me.