This is relative to you.
You have no gift but making others see and feel all of you.
What they see is what they get, nothing's sacred in your house of cards... these colors left you long ago.
Pull back the sheets of another bed, you'll try to keep your head.
Boy you've been wearin' me out.
Pull back the sheets of another bed, you'll fall in love again.
Boy you've been wearin' me out.
I'll write your future sexy empty dead that is the end.
That's a sad sad head you've got on your shoulders and I will kneel for you tonight but only you can change this.
Walk this pointless path you have chosen for yourself.
Dig your grave, lie in it; you buried yourself long ago.
What they see is what they get, nothing's sacred in your house of cards... these colors left you long ago.
Pull back the sheets of another bed, you'll try to keep your head.
Boy you've been wearin' me out.
Pull back the sheets of another bed, you'll fall in love again.
Boy you've been wearin' me out.
I'll write your future sexy empty dead that is the end.
That's a sad sad head you've got on your shoulders and I will kneel for you tonight but only you can change this.
Walk this pointless path you have chosen for yourself.
Dig your grave, lie in it; you buried yourself long ago.