Pauvre Coeur

If I recall it was a Friday Gentle hum before the war You were high and watching poker And I had just walked in the door You started screaming at the TV Saying, make a play you filthy whore And I was trying to make you see me Like the way you did before So I took off my clothes and I opened a bottle And told you I'd do whatever you wanted Naked on the floor, crying I'm too beautiful Oh my poor, poor, pauvre cœur Beats no more Dare I say I was enamored By the stories of your pain You were darkened in the wild fight And I was tangled in your mane But God forbid you would get angry I had to dive out of the way You'd be gunning for me blindly And there was nothing I could say But I love you, don't do this, is it it really worth it That's not very Buddhist and I don't deserve it I'm naked on the floor, crying I'm too beautiful Oh my poor, poor, pauvre cœur Beats no more Poor, pauvre cœur Beats no more Making me nauseous, open elevator I'm stuck in the middle, there's nobody out there To pull me off my sword I am far too beautiful To be yours