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 . . .