On the outside of your window i lie and make all my plans for the week i can talk all night long about those that i love who's strong and who's weak
in her little black box she keeps pictures of Jesus and the bruise that she received again in his little black box he keeps his innocence and the tears when he says "don't go" but she didn't listen did she? don't go darling don't go
realizing that he didnt need her as much as he needed fixing again wasn't half as hard as he thought it was gonna be well at least you're being honest don't go but you never listen do you don't go just go don't go
can you hear my voice on the telephone trying to feel alive again?
finally realized that i didnt need them at all much less to feel alive again