Let me pitch it straight down the line
there was no joy in making you cry
my heart was withered
no emotions ever stirred
and everything you ever felt was turned back to you

I wanted everything that wasn’t mine
but the things I wanted never granted time
the sparrows gathering to break your soul
had nothing to eat until they finally stole
crime brings sweethearts to final bliss
if only you would see what was making it all sentimental to you

Let me pitch it towards the plate
I never felt the arrows point
but I could smile at poison taking your heart
I let the love bring out the worst
and now intimacy is our only curse