You may not believe it

But I don't believe in miracles anymore

And when I think about it

I don't believe I ever did for sure

All the things I've said in songs

All the purple prose you bought from me

Reality's just black and white

The sentimental things I'd write

Never meant that much to me

You don't need to hear it

But I'm dried up and sick to death of love

If you need to know it

I never really understood that stuff

All the stars and bleeding hearts

All the tears that welled up in my eyes

Never meant a thing to me

Read 'em as they say and weep

I've never felt enough to cry

When I said that I don't care

It really means my engine's breaking down

The chisel chips my heart again

The granite cracks beneath my skin

I crumble into pieces on the ground

This train don't stop there anymore, oh yeah