You look so pretty and I look so mean
On the night we filled our bodies with amphetamines

And we just sit and we just talk
About our daddies and our faults

And you would breathe as would I
Watching your body too synchronize
Every move, -y move, -y move, -y move

But you ain't coming home soon
No you ain't coming home soon

Well

Well I'm a jackass
I'm a dog
How many more of these sad songs can one boy write

Well nothing is
But something was
And I believe it still can be
If you would sit
If you would talk
If you would come
If you would leave
If you
You
But you

But you ain't coming home soon
No you ain't coming home soon

Well I was hanging in the gutter
But I do believe you flutter in your head
When I enter
And my head was received by your silky heart