So, the way that these things go often finds me singing in my pillow.
And the way that these things are often finds me crying in the car.
And, my love it is as wide as my jealousy is bitter and cruel.
But it feels like someone died.
You are still pretending you're not telling any lies.
I am still pretending I believe you.
But this is just a business, and I don't feel any pain.
Just as long as no one says your name.
All the years of being broke, all the spit & all the smoke,
& all the fucking, all the drugs, all the love:
Was not enough.
You take my guts, I'll take the car.
Welcome, stranger - here you are!
Never seen your face before.
Welcome, stranger!
Nice to meet you.
You are still pretending you're not telling any lies.
I am still pretending I believe you.
But this is just a business, and I don't feel any pain.
Just as long as no one says your name.
Just as long as no one.
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