The party went fine 'til you arrived
Felt a compulsion to leave my senses
I saw in your eyes, you thought that you were the great reason why
The moment you came you thought you'd butchered my evening
Well if I get drunk, well that's all right
If I sleep on the floor all night
Don't think that you're the great reason why I've got my guts in a vice
Save your sympathetic gloats
I ain't chain-smoking or drinking your toast
You ain't the one that's hurting me most, it's me that's all
First time I saw you in that cluttered room
I couldn't have run for the world, ohhhh
But don't you see it was more than you and me -
Something else was on trial to be purged
Well if something could die in an afternoon
Anything else was eventually doomed -
Just a question of just how soon it concluded
Not trying to make you feel mean
Not wearing my heart on my sleeve
Just trying to make you see what wasn't and what is...
Girls I've written poetry for before cease to exist
Your eyes just bleed before the sun
Love's slashed her wrists
So I write of a girl from who knows where
With dark brown skin and Durer's hair
Who knows what love, what hate, what lies beyond those saddened, violet eyes?
Felt a compulsion to leave my senses
I saw in your eyes, you thought that you were the great reason why
The moment you came you thought you'd butchered my evening
Well if I get drunk, well that's all right
If I sleep on the floor all night
Don't think that you're the great reason why I've got my guts in a vice
Save your sympathetic gloats
I ain't chain-smoking or drinking your toast
You ain't the one that's hurting me most, it's me that's all
First time I saw you in that cluttered room
I couldn't have run for the world, ohhhh
But don't you see it was more than you and me -
Something else was on trial to be purged
Well if something could die in an afternoon
Anything else was eventually doomed -
Just a question of just how soon it concluded
Not trying to make you feel mean
Not wearing my heart on my sleeve
Just trying to make you see what wasn't and what is...
Girls I've written poetry for before cease to exist
Your eyes just bleed before the sun
Love's slashed her wrists
So I write of a girl from who knows where
With dark brown skin and Durer's hair
Who knows what love, what hate, what lies beyond those saddened, violet eyes?