When I saw you this morning
Wondering if you had fun in the bush with nothing in hand
Your eyes said oasis
I had died in the desert of your distant lands
Your wretched love
Is the kind I should leave behind
I was a hunk of meat
You had left drying, hanging the whole time
I won't be on your hook again
No, I won't be on your hook again
A temple doomed heart
That you sent to my phone
And later you showed me
When we were jonesing alone
I fire bombed trust
Like you were 1969
Don't want to relive
As a member of the slaughterhouse five
I won't be on your hook again