when the diamonds in your smile fall out when the laughter in this house runs away and the men come to take away the TV and you find yourself changing the locks
AND THE LIGHT IN MY FACE CAN'T JUST BE FOR ME LIKE THE GUN IN YOUR HAND JUST CAN'T BE FOR ME
when the sticks and stones start to hurt and we're talking just to dig up dirt with our minds running out in the street when we're stuck here to the house like concrete
AND THE LIGHT ON MY FACE JUST CAN'T BE FOR ME AND THE KNIFE IN YOUR HAND JUST CAN'T BE FOR ME
JUST CAN'T BE FOR ME JUST CAN'T BE FOR ME JUST CAN'T BE FOR ME JUST CAN'T BE FOR ME