Well, Here's a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding.
And, Here's another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming.
Well, you've made out, on this last crime.
Like a thief in the night, selling crack part time.
But I know your beliefs well surpass mine...
And I know I'm a whore on the block with a dime,
Weighing light, just a knife in my pocket and a heart like a stone.
Spending all my nights trying my best to distinguish your reasons,
Trying my best to distinguish wrong from right.
And I'll say...
Well, I'll say...
Yes, I'll say it again.
You're a crutch for my life, it's alright.
Treating all my wishful thinking.
I promise you my life.
I'll bleed myself with lack of meaning.