It s gone and I m lost and I ve tossed away love without weighing the cost, and I m
Sombre as Sundays, lonely as steel guitars, sick as stray cats now cause you feel so far
And could you please fix me, you mixed up my plans, I ll be damned til I m sixty
I m old inside, I m hiding behind my youth, inside my eyes is where you can find the truth
It s over, it s nothing, I m glad I was sober; I knew you were bluffing,
But Holy fuck it stings, when you say those things to pull my puppet strings
It s over and done with, there s some shit I hate and I fear I ve become it,
But I can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into Christmas gifts
And If I had you, I could make it through one whole day without telling a lie
If I had you, I would know that life was more than a piss in the dark
If I had you, I could stop these years from slipping away through time
If I had you, I would know that we would never be missing that spark
I m a man beaten senseless, defenceless against a barrage of relentless,
Kicks and blows, and sticks and some makeshift knives, I almost prayed they d stay and please take this life
I m ugly and bucktoothed, my fucked youth s been wasted, can t wait to be cut loose,
But I m not griping, wipe all your tears away, it feels like lightning each time I hear you say
It s over, it s nothing, I m glad I was sober; I knew you were bluffing,
But Holy fuck it stings, when you say those things to pull my puppet strings
It s over and done with, there s some shit I hate and I fear I ve become it,
But I can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into Christmas gifts
But if I had you, I could make it through one whole year without thinking of you
If I had you, I could make it through one whole day without saying your name
If I had you, I could make it through one night without drinking for two
If I had you, I could spend these years lost, at least I m not paying in pain
You re gone and I m lost and I ve tossed away love without weighing the costs
But what I lack in words is flowing from my heart and going back to yours
I m doing the right thing; the shite thing about it is it s not exciting
Because I'm licked and lost feeling like a coin being flipped and tossed
It s over, it s nothing, I m glad I was sober; I knew you were bluffing,
But Holy fuck it stings, when you say those things to pull my puppet strings
It s over and done with, there s some shit I hate and I fear I ve become it,
But I can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into Christmas gifts