A thought came to me While we were tugging at Each other's wits Why can't we just leave Just get out I've had my doubts But won't stop Till you prove them wrong It's tough This blood It's rough This blood Solitary lonesome blues A harmonica should echo Our each and every step Cause it's so so bitter But so much more sweeter Then they could ever imagine They shatter When they chatter Oh, how they shatter And Myra knew the pain Of being upside-down A gene that some genie's taken over Repulsive attractive mess I'll be me Just stay you And we could be ok The sweet sting of the middle Might be ok