I'm never, ever going see you again
Am I? Am I?
But, I guess it's for the best
Yeah, I know it's for the best
But, you, you, you
And your simple tattoos
You picked off the wall
Did anyone ever tell you
You got no imagination at all?
I could get by on so much less
You know this
But it still doesn't help the sting
It still doesn't help things
Heard that you've been smoking again
We all do what we have to
And I've been lying wishing you all the best
Oh, my sweet man, what has become of you?
You are the sweetest man I ever knew
With eyes so blue, blue
I could get by on so much less
You know this
But it still doesn't help the sting
It still doesn't help things
Still doesn't help the sting