Lyric 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 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.