You never speak the truth. You never say what you mean. Well, I never loved
you more, than when you set yourself free. No more visits to your bed. No more
keeping charming things you’ve said, as a reward for working twice as hard, for
only half of your heart. The buffalo and the bird, the stones, the caricature,
the key around my neck, is yours once again. For someone who wishes to be left
lonely, you’ve sure gathered quite the exclusive group of company. Don’t
consider me I’ll leave you alone, I’ll leave you be to dance around with your
disease. You separate yourself, it seems an easy way out. A restless,
rhythmic, routine, a habit of losing what you’ve found. But, you promised in
the past, that you’d be around for me. A silly promise for the future, that
you obviously could not keep. The love in a pack of cigarettes, the bracelet
on your wrist, the key around my neck is yours once again. For someone who
wishes to be left lonely, you’ve sure gathered quite the selective group of
company. Don’t consider me I’ll leave you alone, I’ll leave you be to dance
around with your disease. You don’t need me to dance around with your disease.
Oh, to waltz around with your disease. Yeah, you will.