For six weeks I had this job cleaning the local hospital. The pay was okay, but I didn't like to swab. So I changed it for my bass guitar. Boredom was my companion stuck to me like glue.
I think I'd been wrong in this family affair. Now, it's been too long, we got used to everything unfair. I'm out there tryin' to put on the charms. But inside I'm cryin' when I remember how you cut your arms.