This stone wont become a heart It's just a muscle, it's just blood to a shark Such fine things will replace my woes Wine and dining til the taste gets old And as i sit on my own In my favourite restaurant i will remember If i was sittin' here with you explaining things that i do I'd feel no better All i need is a place to crash I've got a bleeder in my brain and a devil on my back All i need is a place to fall Just to let me down easy when it's not my fault Instead i'll go up the street on my own Instead i'll go to the pub on my own Eyes roll back, i pass out Shitby, go home She's wearing lipstick, i just get impulses Give me guilt trips, just take me home