She could have gone for anything
But me I would have booked her for the murder
Of anyone who listened close to me
And never really even heard her
There's a wall in every room
Of any age that hangs the canvas of regret
But mine are scattered on the floor
The oil's too thin and always dripping wet like

Her ugly human heart

Every hour we lived in terror
Of being the one of us who's left behind
We stared into the empty sky
For something that we knew we couldn't find
Maybe some day years from now
I'll find her as the guard dog to my future
Though even if I don't
I'm sure she'll find a way to tell me I misused her

Her and her ugly human heart

Well the tavern's open later now
And I can stay until the serve my blood
But often she'll appear only to sneer at me and say
"Why this be of?" (all of this love)
She used to say she thought
That late at night I had a face like Humphrey Bogart
But now she haunts me like the ghost of God reborn
With an ugly human heart