hanging off the bridge by a fingernail trapped in the harbour when the ship set sail boy you re one card short of the pack begging for your baby to take you back stubbed a cigarette out on his hand scrawls her name across the sand but it disappears like king canute the tide didn t like his attitude always shadowboxing face up and throw your gloves in lose your imaginary friends always good for nothing she can t ever love him no man is ever innocent bouncing off the walls with no wish to land erase your fingerprints and your retina scan cause there s no point in the life that he should lead chain his leg to a piano and sink through the weeds gone are all the dreams that last forever he towed the line when never meant never they had something better than the cynical beast weren t sucked in by the popular disease always shadowboxing face up and throw your gloves in lose your imaginary friends always good for nothing she can t ever love him no man is ever innocent