all you have

musicians really need to get over themselves

of course your hands are clean
and of course mine both are stained
and you have all the pain
i have no heart
i'll play my part
and you can write your sad, sad songs
of all the wrongs you've suffered
it's so much rougher being you
i'm selfish and untrue
you treated me so well
tell them how i needed you
the way you wiped up every tear
don't mention how you put them there
to start
or why we fell apart
tell them that i must be crazy
i'll never have that good again
especially not since i'm with him
and i moved on too soon
yes, say that too
these are things you have to do
and dear, i understand
so take my hands and paint them red
while i'm turned the other way
with my back to yesterday
and facing someone new

darling, here's your cue
someone says my name
smile with a little pain
and say you wish me well
then tip that bottle back and back
and let them tell you
you were always much too good
that's fine, i think they should
i know these words are all you have