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One, two, one two three

She's a Latter Day Saint, but she's a Saturday sinner

Suicide Sunday, desserts for weekends, drinking her dinner

The worry keeps her slender, the pills keep her awake

Her man can't make her happy but he helps to still the shakes

Met her boyfriend at the bar, said he'd stick to beer

Said I could keep the cocktails, martinis taste like tears

I asked if he would leave her, what with all the grief

He passed the pitcher back to me and asked what I believe

And I said virginity is a childhood disease

And these days, it seems, have interest in the addict thief

Patience for the epigrammatic, the brief

There's only four ways to acquire

Anyone says different is a salesman or a liar

You can find it, earn it, make it or steal it

I haven't found a single way to keep it

'Cause you can leash it, it'll leave

You can teach it to stay, and it'll leave

You can case and display it, decay and waste it away

And day by day, it leaves you by degrees

He put his hand on my knee, sometimes that's what it takes

He doesn't make me happy, but he helps to still the shakes

Put all your words away

For all the noise you make

You were always safe

You were always

You were always

You were always safe with me

Safe in sleep

Congratulations to the dry eyes

And consolations to the nice guys

And condensation's on the underside of everything I touch

I seem to chill the objects that I meant so much to love

A man can keep you sane five-hundred-and-fifty days

A year-and-a-half, give or take an afternoon

We should have sooner left the train, but we made it

I guess that makes us the survivors

Tumor blooming in my brain, I hate it

But it makes the colors brighter

So fight the anesthesia, spite the man that leaves ya

Like the sad disease you contracted while sitting boring and bored

Come back from the lab report, it's the nervous disorder

Only the rich are afforded

Only the rich are afforded

Only the rich are afforded

Only the rich are afforded