Tenderversion

You look like hell stuck in that chair

Feeling hollow again did you ever care

It's a pile of air, life rearrange

It's a tender version whenever you change



You can never fill me up



You stand in the rain with a pair of scissors in your brain

Try not to think of all the people you had to drain

Nobody likes what you've done to your hair

But I hate you too much to pretend that I care



You can never fill me up



I keep Mary's number under my forehead

In dreams I walk with you through a spectre of filth