Well, I know you find it hard to smile
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin
You know you shouldnt ever try to ignore me

And you look to be pretty nervous
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes
So hard to identify you
Just a loser in a losers disguise

She dont back down
And she wont come around here
Now theres all this talk about dying
Well I dont get it, for the life of me

With your fingernails painted red
And your eyes all ready to wed
Decorated from head to toe
Like a magician in a talent show

She dont back down
And she dont come around here
An theres all this talk about dying
Well I dont get it, for the life of me

So youve smoked your last cigarette
Burned coldly on a train from tibet
And broke your last bottle of wine
And unraveled your last ball of twine

Well, she dont back down
She dont come around here
Now theres all this talk about dying
Well I dont get it, for the life of me

She dont back down
She dont come around here
Now theres all this talk about dying
Well I dont get it, for the life of me

Well, I know you find it hard to smile
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin
You know you dont usually ignore me

Now theres all this talk about dying
Well, I dont get it, for the life of me