That's what breaking hearts do They cause you so much pain Make you go insane Feel like your hands are tied Bound up, strapped down, busted inside Don't have the will to find your way And you don't think you can take it even one more day You try and try

Polly wants a cracker Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help Think I should get off of her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed

All you want is what you can't get back Once you let it go, then you know what you have Don't hold a candle to what you had Sometimes what you think you'll find It ain't quite what real life has in store So be careful what you wish for Don't know what

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

Don't you think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? God, you don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me? It's been a

All your treasures When I walk down your street Through your barred windows you look at me And you wonder, have I come to ask For one of your precious things that do not last You think you know me but you don't know That there's more to this picture than

Can't believe what I was hearing I don't think I'll spare your feelings You're on your own I'm a do for me what's right Telling me to have a nice life I hope you're thinking

You use your words as a weapon dear But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear You think that you're deep under my skin You're trying to keep me suffering If you use your words as a weapon Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears I feel your knife as

(Hands yeah yeah yeah) You say you're better with Come on lay your hands, your hands on me In the dark silence so loud You only gotta lay your hands on me We don't have to talk 'cause talk is cheap I've been thinking about it I've been thinking all night

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I