It's gone and I'm lost and I've tossed away love without weighing the cost, and I'm

Sombre as Sundays, lonely as steel guitars, sick as stray cats now cause you feel so far

And could you please fix me, you mixed up my plans, I'll be damned til I'm sixty

I'm old inside, I'm hiding behind my youth, inside my eyes is where you can find the truth

It's over, it's nothing, I'm glad I was sober; I knew you were bluffing

But Holy fuck it stings, when you say those things to pull my puppet strings

It's over and done with, there's some shit I hate and I fear I've become it

But I can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into Christmas gifts

And If I had you, I could make it through one whole day without telling a lie

If I had you, I would know that life was more than a piss in the dark

If I had you, I could stop these years from slipping away through time

If I had you, I would know that we would never be missing that spark

I'm a man beaten senseless, defenceless against a barrage of relentless

Kicks and blows, and sticks and some makeshift knives, I almost prayed they'd stay and please take this life

I'm ugly and bucktoothed, my fucked youth's been wasted, can't wait to be cut loose

But I'm not griping, wipe all your tears away, it feels like lightning each time I hear you say

It's over, it's nothing, I'm glad I was sober; I knew you were bluffing

But Holy fuck it stings, when you say those things to pull my puppet strings

It's over and done with, there's some shit I hate and I fear I've become it

But I can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into Christmas gifts

But if I had you, I could make it through one whole year without thinking of you

If I had you, I could make it through one whole day without saying your name

If I had you, I could make it through one night without drinking for two

If I had you, I could spend these years lost, at least I'm not paying in pain

You're gone and I'm lost and I've tossed away love without weighing the costs

But what I lack in words is flowing from my heart and going back to yours

I'm doing the right thing; the shite thing about it is it's not exciting

Because I'm licked and lost feeling like a coin being flipped and tossed

It's over, it's nothing, I'm glad I was sober; I knew you were bluffing

But Holy fuck it stings, when you say those things to pull my puppet strings

It's over and done with, there's some shit I hate and I fear I've become it

But I can switch and shift and turn these lumps of coal into Christmas gifts