well i know that it hurts you to see me this way but baby you know it hurts me to see you still care for me you know that i ve grown cold in my love i don t show so please stop pretending that i m worth anything at all my clothes smell like beer from well i don t know when and you know that all my money goes to cigarettes and gin never used to be this way lord knows i ain t the same but don t you worry darlin cause i m the one to blame well you said it before and well i know that it s true that all i care about is everything but you lord knows that i never meant for it to end this way just listen to me darlin you re better off anyway they never line up correctly but there you go
['gothic americana']