She would've gone for anything but me
I would've booked her for the murder
Of anyone who listened close to me
And never even really heard her
There's a wall in every room of any (agent?)
Hangs a canvas of regret
But mine are scattered on the floor
The oil's too thin and always dripping wet
Like her ugly human heart
Every hour we live in terror
Of being the one of us that's left behind
We stared into the empty sky for something
That we knew we couldn't find
And maybe someday years from now
I'll find her as a guard dog to my future
But even if I don't
I'm sure she'll find a way to tell me I misused her
Her and her ugly human heart
Well, the tavern's open late at night
And I can stay until they suck my blood
Yes, but how could she appear
Only to stare at me and say
("???? Out of this love?")
She used to say she thought that late at night
I had a face like Humphrey Bogart
But now she haunts me like the ghost of (God?) reborn
With an ugly human heart
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