I never thought I'd see you care
Crying for a man that isn't there
Chocking on sobs, when the mob isn't there
Floating down the street, like a ghost
Never leaving your post
I wish I could leave, and breathe a little easier
Hang my hopes with your bitter ropes
And wash away my sins
And who would have thought
I'd die in your arms
While you lie to me softly
But I'm broke, and I ain't got no hopes
So rejoice when I make my choice, to dig my own grave
And I wish I could fly,
Break the ties that bind me to your side
Cry for me, sick and weary
And maybe I'll do the same