You hold the match still burning up against the palm of your hand The smell of smoke seeps through the room, the room in which I stand You don't seem to like the chair that your back is perched against You don't seem to be that aware That bit, that bit I understand And now it's time for you to bed a smile comes across Green robe covers like a pin soaked in a pennywise pocket gin You think I'm lucky not to pay the rent, you think I've fallen for a fool You always were hard on you That bit, that bit I understand With watered eyes you look an angel, that bodies shaking through the floor I know that I've caused all your sorrow I know you should have gotten more It's not something I ever planned It's not some evil I've had before There's just one thing I can't understand Why would you ever want a man
