You could mess up my life in a poem Have me divorced by the time of the chorus Theres no need to change any sentence When you always decide where I go next
Many nights you would hide from the audience When they were not in tune with your progress In the end you are like the journalist Who turns what you sing into business
You could use to be more like a hero A darker shade of damage distortion Wearing death like a cape or a costume Cut your ties and leave town when you want to
Killing time till I pass through the chamber Or the room where you keep my replacement So fed up still you're starving on paper You are no him, but he's you, only better
Leave me an exit to damage I could use a ledge to jump off of I wasn't lying when I said this was over I have questions that lead to more questions
Running time that will cut off my fingers You wrote about me on every new record I'll show up in the title of your song I only hope somebody requests it
Whats it like for you in Washington? I've only seen photos of Washington I'll never know
Leave me Manhattan I want the evergreens Write me a song I can sing in my Sleep As sure as the rain that will fall where you stand I want you and the skyline These are my demands
What's it like for you in Washington? I've only seen photos of Washington I'll never know No