I dropped the pill on the floor, then I couldn't find it anymore So who the hell makes an orange floor, and I don't care if it was built with love But you know you ain't my doctor So who are you to lecture me like that? I know just how it ends, and yet It's the start that bores me to death Not even if I could And not even if I should God knows what is worse, dear, people or solitude Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you I lost my train of thought, so You don't have to pretend you're here A guilty laughter I just can't help, I know While your bitter lips I can grip The smell of your acid tongue, though How can you keep it in? Tell me in the name of what, love We'll just keep keeping it in? Not even if I could And not even if I should God knows what is worse, dear, people or solitude Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you Not even if I could And not even if I should God knows what is worse, dear, to keep a lie or to bear this truth Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you... You turn your back and I still smell it on you