Couldn't buy a break, wasn't gonna try
Never went away and you never quite arrived
And I followed just to see you running
Things are going to call to you
Things of little consequence
That which once seemed small to you
Now is so immense and I don't know
How you could have seen it coming
Rolled up in a carpet bag
You should have looked like hell, dear
You know it always bothers me
To see you doing so well
And to see you look so stunning
Came uptight and went home raving
Strung out with a morbid craving
Hung up from the walls that are caving down
Ain't nothing in here worth saving
Sell it all for a morbid craving
I just don't need the things you gave me now
The machinery and the tenements
Careening through the elements
I can feel the fabric of your dress
I can see you leaning up against the marble walls
And the half lit hall with someone
Did you draw a debtor's pension?
An impression in the paint
I don't recall the things you mentioned
They all seem very faint
The all seem so difficult so difficult to summon
You would have thought you was the first girl
Ever learned a song by heart
But baby, if you won't rehearse it
Someone will have to do your part
And I can already see her coming
Slept all day spent all night praying
Just to fill a morbid craving
Rolled him up a hill and then straight down
Ain't nothing in here worth saving
Burn it all for a morbid craving
I just don't need the things you gave me now
Collecting common knowledge
Like the dirt beneath my fingers
Though I did not go to college
There is one lesson that lingers
How a boy betrayed your confidence
In the theaters and the monuments
And I can hardly blame him, dear
The way you talk such nonsense
You wanna play the lost apostle
In a hotel room in Knoxville
But you don't know what you're doing
So you don't hold me responsible
You would have thought you was the first girl
Ever loved a married man, oh dear
I don't know how much he hurt you
But I will hurt you more than him
If that's why you keep coming
Came all night and went home raving
Burnt out on a morbid craving
Hung up while the walls are caving down
Ain't nothing in here worth saving
Fick it all for a morbid craving
I can't give back the things you gave me now
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