i ate up your love
and i threw it up in the street
with eyes on setting suns
so uncomfortable in our seats

i dug up your treasured chest
couldn't believe what i'd found
i thought you were the best
standing atop your muddy mound

why does it always seem
like i can't handle the truth
think i need jack nicholson
to knock out my favorite tooth

but it's over and done
over and out, it's been fun
i still swear you're a ****
but my eye's still on the sun