Dear Miss Lonely Hearts

I stumble home at an ungodly hour. I pass out lying under
The shower
Look at the blood. Dear me, I must have cut myself
Can't for the life of me think how I cut myself
Just because I'm more level headed than you
Don't mean I don't feel the same way you do
Even the vermin you scrape from your shoe
Even the vermin that you scrape from your shoe
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts
I'm more afraid than anybody else
I feel more pain than anybody else tonight
Tonight
Bank teller slams dollar bills in my hand
Bank teller slams dollar bills in my hand
Bank teller slams dollar bills in my hand
He speaks the kind of language I understand
And it's nothing that sickness won't cure
And it's nothing that sickness won't cure
Stumble home at an ungodly hour. I pass out lying under the
Shower
Look at the blood. Dear me, I must have cut myself
Can't for the life of me think how I cut myself
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts
I'm more afraid than anybody else
I feel more pain than anybody else tonight
Tonight