Last week
She
Walked off a cliff
Grafittied herself on the bricks
Outside my apartment building's wall
But I still
Whistled my way down the street
After all
A man's gotta eat
So she slips
In the back of my mind
It's a terrible thing
But these are terrible times
After all, nobody said
Not caring is a crime
If I said I did
It would be a most unpleasant lie
Then somebody close.. dies
Kicked the bucket
And flooded my eyes
With tears I'm still trying to dry
But still
She whistled her way down the street
After all
A girl's gotta eat
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He knocks on my door
His rent's due and he just needs a little more
Time!
More money
More lies
No! Not this time
Slam the door in his face
Surprise!
He's kicked out the next day
That's life
What else can I say
It would be a little bit better
If a lot more of us
Cared
And a lot less of us
Were scared
To share
What ails
Our hearts
Are frail
And partly
Burnt
Tears turn
To ale
All feeling
Fails
To heal
The parts
Turned cold
And pale
We drown
And die
And breathe
In water
To drown
And die
All over again
