The other day you told me
You’d thought about killing someone
You said you wanted to die
The other day you told me
That you will take whatever work may come
But we both know it was a lie
I know you’ll always steal
Whatever you can't borrow
Cause you are a man
Of part-time sorrow
The other day I said to you
Come along lets hit the highway
You said: but we just met?
The other day you told me
You’d thought about going away
With someone you just met
You’ll go cause you don’t know
What else to do but follow
You are a man
Of part-time sorrow
A week ago I told you
I’d thought about killing someone
You said: do you want to die?
I said no, maybe
I guess
You’d thought about killing someone
You said you wanted to die
The other day you told me
That you will take whatever work may come
But we both know it was a lie
I know you’ll always steal
Whatever you can't borrow
Cause you are a man
Of part-time sorrow
The other day I said to you
Come along lets hit the highway
You said: but we just met?
The other day you told me
You’d thought about going away
With someone you just met
You’ll go cause you don’t know
What else to do but follow
You are a man
Of part-time sorrow
A week ago I told you
I’d thought about killing someone
You said: do you want to die?
I said no, maybe
I guess
The other day you told me
SvarSletYou’d thought about killing someone
You said you wanted to die
The other day you told me
That you'd take whatever work may come
We both know it was a lie
I know you’ll always steal
Whatever you can't borrow
Cause you are a man
Of fear of sorrow
The other day I said to you
Come with me lets hit the highway
Your answered: but we just met?
The other day you told me
You’d thought about going away
With someone you just met
You’ll go cause you don’t know
What else to do but follow
You are a man
Of fear and sorrow
A week ago I told you
I’d thought about killing someone
You said: do you want to die?
I said no, maybe
I guess
You have gotten thin
SvarSletand everybody knows
theres a new paleess to your skin
and you never wash your clothes
I'll scream out your name
in the withering hours where
the wind is tearing your frame
and you're afraid you'll disappear