He loves me but it doesn't matter The sanctimony is too delicious. Inadequacy stops the heart. You start out kinda cool But you don't get it, And you end up a Viscious old fart.
You get a few bucks Suffer too many, or too few, sad fucks And you can't fit in your skin. Your nice little boy got hurt, almost destroyed, And it's hard to remember the Prayer you once knew as time.