You're doing it all for time
One more day as the weeks go by
You're doing it all for kicks
But he fixed that when you were six
Gave you a car and therapy
Golden cage of apathy
To lose, too loose
To use and lose abuse
To lose, too loose
To use and lose confused
You're doing it all for spite
He did you so wrong and you couldn't write
You're doing it all on tape
Things you can't rewind and you can't erase
Some call it art and make it clean
You're not so smart, you're no machine
Protection, rejection
They got you going down, down
You're doing it all for hate
In a minute dance or an hour date
You're doing it all for me
Well I can see you, but you can't see me
Remember back just before you left
When your picture made every fashion spread
And the things that stayed inside my mind
Well you didn't drop dead and you didn't drop dime
In houses on couches . .
They'll take you, they'll break you
They got you going down, going down
Going down
Going down . .