oh andy i'm afraid i don't know what i'm made of any more i can't make sense of all these shatterlings upon the bedroom floor there'll be no sleeping here, just blurs of sorrow through the open door shoulda warned those boys about me, shoulda warned those boys
i never mean to but somehow i always spill the loving cup it's in some passionate exchange, it's in the way i don't let up cannot trust myself in love, seems i always fuck it up better warn those boys about me, better warn those boys
i bruise them, every one there's a hole in the palm of my love i cut them and they run there's a hole in the palm of my love
my first love wouldn't tell me why he changed his mind about our plans some vicious word i spoke just burned the gold right off the wedding bands he kept it to himself and now the ash is flying through my hands shoulda warned that boy about me
and andy, i'm afraid this story's gonna play out like the rest i'll take this broken bird and hold him to my hopeful heaving chest sing the mountain down while god remains oblique and unimpressed shoulda warned that boy about me
'cause i bruise them, every one there's a hole in the palm of my love i cut them and they run through a hole in the palm of my love
and when they lock me up oh andy will you throw away the key no need to talk about the girl i was and the wife i'll never be let them cut the sword from underneath my tongue and set me free and say something good about me, say something good
cause i bruised them, every one there's a hole in the palm of my love i cut them and they run through the hole in the palm there's a sword under my tongue and a hole in the palm of my love