I've been
wrong, I've

been right but
that doesn't really matter &

tonight I'm definitely not the
latter I am

drinking wine smoking itching killing

time, trust, tunes &
other people's thirsty thirst I

can not believe that he who
loved me
first

will manage to stay until

the last fucking day he
says I'm wrong I say I

write

he says he knows I

start a fight he takes the blows I start to
cry he

asks me why & there's a

thousand things I wish I
knew how to explain but

as it is you'll

have to
learn to let the
rain soak you through as

morning turns the night
blue, you

have to settle with the pain &

let me do what
I do.