Endgame

i don’t mind if you treat me badly
i don’t mind if you’ve got no love to give
i don’t mind
just say what’s on your mind

you will find that the road just gets harder
signed dotted lines will cling to you like a tax
love is blind
when words are hard to find

i’ll be lonelier tomorrow
i know it’s got to be you
i’ve bitten off all my nails
i know it’s got to be you

do you want to wait
for six years of your life to pass by?

all the magazines are hustler
and all the melodies sound the same
if i let this disc go by,
then i’ll be a monk

and nothing else matters...