And it's sore, it's so Lost in your glorious violent streak A seemingly peachy thing Coming out from I don't know where So unwise, as you are every time Every time A dirty joke you played On yourself, well played When a magnetic glow Becomes all you know You'll find yourself later on Covered in a guilt that lingers on Calling a hotline As if there's still time They say it's closed (they say it's closed) But you stick around (but you stick around) They say it's closed (they say it's closed) But you stick around (but you stick around) One of the low lives One of the bad guys Would die in your arms too As long as they'd have you I can't be that guy I rely on my own You can't be that guy It's better if you leave it alone (a-a-a-a-a-alone) Alone (a-alone, a-alone) As the months lull by I can't help but think The same motel sign Is giving me everything