They'll never tell you why
No, they'll never give you the truth
Then they drill their alibis
At the mouths of their excuses
As they outline your insides
Like drafting a map, or something
But then you yawn under an awning
Waving me onwards towards collapse
But if it's a matter of things to have
If it's a matter of chemicals interacting, well then
I would rather love someone I know I'll never have
Than have someone I know I'll never love
I'd rather be with no one
Than with someone just barely good enough
I trace the paper night streets
From under the waning moon above me
I trace the lines in my face completely
I face the paper in great defeat
As the streets, they shake me off, get up and leave
I shake the shit from off my sleeves
I shake away the sham of disbelief
Because I would rather love someone I know I'll never have
Than have someone I know I'll never love
I'd rather be with no one
Than with someone just barely good enough