With the rope from your car / Just for you
Yeah, knotted and bruised
With my hair done all nice / Just for you
Yeah, bloated and blue
With the rats at my shoe / Just for you
Yeah, gnawed and chewed
With the blame at your feet / Yes, bitter and sweet
And I'd never acknowledge
The look of exhaustion / on your crumbling face
And the pestle and mortar
Covered in powder
How could I neglect
The spoiled running make-up
Under your sungla**es
Because it was never there