For The Life Of Me

Well, I know you find it hard to smile,To keep your happiness in styleYou pass in silence in the morninYou know you shouldn't ever try to ignore me.And you look to be pretty nervousSweaty hands and blood shot eyes.So hard to identify you,Just a loser in a loser's disguise.She don't back down,And she won't come around hereNow there's all this talk about dyingWell I don't get it, for the life of me.With your fingernails painted redAnd your eyes all ready to wedDecorated from head to toeLike a magician in a talent show.She don't back down,And she don't come around here.An' there's all this talk about dying,Well I don't get it, for the life of me.So you've smoked your last cigaretteBurned coldly on a train from TibetAnd broke your last bottle of wineAnd unraveled your last ball of twine.Well, she don't back down,She don't come around hereNow there's all this talk about dying,Well I don't get it, for the life of me.She don't back down,She don't come around hereNow there's all this talk about dying,Well I don't get it, for the life of me.Well, I know you find it hard to smileTo keep your happiness in styleYou pass in silence in the morninYou know you don't usually ignore me.Now there's all this talk about dying,Well, I don't get it, for the life of me.