I got a hole in my pocket,
hole in my heart,
hole in the wall, man.
I'm falling apart.
They say that a woman
can ruin a man,
but he can ruin himself
fast as she can.

My head's been pounding,
my head's hung low,
my head's in the grinder.
It's all I know.
She's miles away,
but she's turning the wheel.
I'd write her a letter,
but she knows how I feel.

This other one calls me.
This other one shoves me.
Another one hates me
much as another one loves me.
But I won't have it,
need to love myself.
Take all these old pictures
off of my shelf,

Forget about women,
forget about money,
forget about love
eat my bread with some honey.
She might give me bad dreams,
but I believe I'll be fine.
Told her, "I'll be in your dream
if you'll be in mine."