Ugly Human Heart, Pt. 2

She could have gone for anything But me I would have booked her for the murder Of anyone who listened close to me And never really even heard her Oh There's a wall in every room Of any age that hangs a canvas of regret But mine are scattered on the floor The oil's too thin and always dripping wet like Her ugly human heart Every hour we lived in terror Of being the one of us who's left behind We stared into the empty sky For something that we knew we couldn't find Oh And maybe some day years from now I'll find her as a guard dog to my future Though even if I don't I'm sure she'll find a way to tell me I misused her Her and Her ugly human heart Well the tavern's open later now And I can stay until the serve my blood Yes, but often she'll appear only to sneer at me and say "Why this beer?" All of this love She used to say she thought That late at night I had a face like Humphrey Bogart But now she haunts me like the ghost of God reborn With an ugly human heart