Innocence

(Is it living in the city That turned your heart so small?) I don't ask you anything I never talk to you So don't ask me anything You know nothing about me There's a hole in my chest I swear, I'll throw up in my hands I don't even care about sex no more I wanna do things with innocence Be thankful for the air you breathe The roof over your head And the light that comes in You say, "Be thankful for your friends" Well, I'm thankful for the self-doubt In which I do nothing but fall The same place you filled with Piss and alcohol Not my duty to give you shelter Not my duty to give you hope Does living in the city mean Your heart turns dark and small? Is it living in the city That turned my heart so small? Is it living in the city That turned my heart so cold? Is it living in the city That turned my heart so blue? Is it living in the city In the ambulance, is it you? (Is it living in the city That turned your heart so blue?) Ah, some beggars beg in every language Man fear death in every language And wait the end of their lives to try The best parts of themselves So I don't make suggestions, no Even when I know What you should say Where you should start with to find What you've been looking for And it's the guilt, of course 'Cause I was raised Catholic And they teach you it's bad form to think Man is a piece of shit Die, die, die of safety I might just fall into despair And then how will you console me? You can't even console yourself Is it living in the city That turned my heart so small? Is it living in the city That turned my heart so cold? Is it living in the city That turned my heart so blue? Is it living in the city In the ambulance, is it you? (Is it living in the city Is it living in the city That turned your heart so cold?) It's living in the city (Is it living in the city?) (That turned your heart so blue?) It's living in the city (Is it living in the city?)