Don't you look better when you're under the gun, I never pulled the trigger, I'm not a man But I'm hard enough to stand and watch your colours go pale I wanted all these things to bleed into one And make the kind of stories you read in books With bad habits and good looks and all the trappings of fame. Oh write me some old story about my lazy coy routine I find a million ways to waste the day and suffer No I have never had you but I've heard such dirty things And every single time I walk away I suffer I trace the pavement till the headache of dawn And leave the trail of curses laid out in songs The old charm just lingers on, so much like history's bad seed And this is how we make good use of our time To measure up the days in comfortable crime If your skin's so hard to find, why don't you stand still and bleed? Oh write me some old story about my lazy coy routine I find a million ways to waste the day and suffer No I have never had you but I've heard such dirty things Still every single time I walk away I suffer And if you looked at me that way all the time I would fall out of love with you any day Because honey that's the way your mother looked at your dad Don't try and tell me this is something divine It's just a piece of joy that clings to a line And it separates my time from something I never had You said immerse yourself in culture Kid or you'll wake up alone Middle-cla** concubine oh nevermind, You never had the glitz to shine No I have never had you but I've heard such dirty things And every single time I walk away I suffer All over again It starts all over again It start all over again It starts all over again It start all over again Start start start It starts all over again Start start start It starts all over again Start start start start