This is not new love No party in my head I want to take this bottle From the bar room to my bed
I want to shake up your whole life Just not to feel after any regrets I want to stop this bleeding Raindrops out of my hands
Oh this isn't poetry This is unsavory This is outrage Work of my morality I am escaping my own little death With this another evening left undone
Would this wicked man Ever become wiser With crooked head And nothing much beside her We are not going we are not growing With this another evening left undone