Candy is quick and she's good at impressions

She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street

She's got pills that distort her depression

Counting her friends on her hands and her feet

You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe

Running as hard and as fast as you could

Stealing the boots of the soldiers who were otherwise done

Misunderstanding what was misunderstood

Is twice as bad as love, oh

Twice as bad as love, and not that sad

Twice as bad as love

Once to be heard, twice to be had



Imagine yourself as a saint or a poet







Stealing the boots off the dead and well-worn

Hosea was some fuck that she met in the projects

Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged

You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy

Running as hard and as fast as you could

A bucket full of pills and some [???]

Misunderstanding what was misunderstood

Is twice as bad as love, oh

Twice as bad as love, but not that sad

Twice as bad as love

Once to be heard, twice to be had

Once to be heard, twice to be had . . . ohh