So I am standing next to you, feeling the cold off your shoulder/
Wondering when things ever went wrong, oh yea/
And I smell the sweet smell of gasoline, I wonder how easy it is to blow it up/
Oh yea!
Do you see that vagrant standing on that corner asking no questions knowing he’ll get no reply/ oh yea!
Well I’ll bet you a million dollars he’s less miserable than me because he’s not standing next to you, oh yea!

Can’t you see what you’re doing, can’t you see what you’re pulling/
Can’t you feel the fire burning out of our lives, can’t you see/
Don’t you know/
That every word out of your mouth goes through me like snakes/
And every tear that you shed tells me what is at stake/
Can’t you see, don’t you know/

I’d rather die than be part of your problems/
I’d rather die than ever be with you/
I’d rather be called a witch and have you burn me at the stake/
Then think that you were just the first part of a lifelong mistake/
I’d rather sit in the rain on Broadway/
Begging every soul for some change/
Getting high on whiskey and wondering where I went wrong/
Then realizing at least I don’t have to see your face/

I’d hate to say and I hate to believe it but I’d rather die than be with you/
Because you are step one to my problems, step two for my addictions/
And step three for my indolence/
But I want you to know, I need you to know, I love you more than anything else/
But fuck you, you’re miserable, fuck me, I’m stupid, this has gone long enough/

I’m not on my stage, my soapbox is at home, this is all coming from my heart/
Like the Decembrists you failed, exiled to Siberia, this is one botched Revolt/
Don’t you lie, don’t you lie, don’t you ever, ever lie, please tell me the truth/
Is this how you feel, is there a gun to your head, or possibly another moment of truth/