Well, I know you find it hard to smile,

To keep your happiness in style

You pass in silence in the mornin'

You know you shouldn't ever try to ignore me.



And you look to be pretty nervous

Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes.

So hard to identify you,

Just a loser in a loser's disguise.



She don't back down,

And she won't come around here

Now there's all this talk about dying

Well I don't get it, for the life of me.



With your fingernails painted red

And your eyes all ready to wed

Decorated from head to toe

Like a magician in a talent show.



She don't back down,

And she don't come around here.

An' there's all this talk about dying,

Well I don't get it, for the life of me.



So you've smoked your last cigarette

Burned coldly on a train from Tibet

And broke your last bottle of wine

And unraveled your last ball of twine.



Well, she don't back down,

She don't come around here

Now there's all this talk about dying,

Well I don't get it, for the life of me.



She don't back down,

She don't come around here

Now there's all this talk about dying,

Well I don't get it, for the life of me.



Well, I know you find it hard to smile

To keep your happiness in style

You pass in silence in the mornin'

You know you don't usually ignore me.



Now there's all this talk about dying,

Well, I don't get it, for the life of me.