She's got that kind of gray you only see in newspaper print

She's so tired of looking around for another man to draw her in

But our complicated histories turn in a twisted curse of fate

The only thing I'll ever do is let you down

With each mistake I make

I always miss the mark

If you stay with me, you'll probably fall apart

I always miss the mark

I leave behind a trail of broken hearts

Now you're dressin' like a big shot up on stage

Hoping someday they're gonna know your name

But you're wrong, oh you're wrong

Life isn't hard when you're all strung out

'Til they find your corpse and they all shout out

He's gone, oh he's gone