I wish I could eat the salt off

Of your lost faded lips

We can cap the old times

We can cap the old lines

Make playing that nothing else will change

I'll never see this face again

And we can find new ways of living

And we can top the old times

Clay making that nothing else will change

She can, read she's bad

It's different now that I'm poor and aging

And you go stabbing yourself in the neck

It's in the way that she posed

It's in the things that she puts in my head

Her stories are boring and stuff

She's always calling my bluff

And she gets in my room and she takes it apart

She puts the weights into my little heart

I said, she puts the weights into my little heart

It's in the way that she walks

Her Heaven is never enough

She puts the weights in my heart