You may not believe it

But i don't believe in miracles anymore

And when i think about it

I don't believe i ever did for sure

All the things i've said in songs

All the purple prose you bought from me

Reality's just black and white

The sentimental things i'd write

Never meant that much to me



I used to be the main express

All steam and whistles heading west

Picking up my pain from door to door

Riding on the storyline

Furnace burning overtime

But this train don't stop,

This train don't stop,

This train don't stop there anymore



You don't need to hear it

But i'm dried up and sick to death of love

If you need to know it

I never really understood that stuff

All the stars and bleeding hearts

All the tears that welled up in my eyes

Never meant a thing to me

Read 'em as they say and weep

I've never felt enough to cry



When i said that i don't care

It really means my engine's breaking down

The chisel chips my heart again

The granite cracks beneath my skin

I crumble into pieces on the ground


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