Your heart has cigarette burn-holes through it. 
Your heart leaks as it beats. 
No one likes a leaky heart, my dear, 
no one likes a bleeding heart. 

Here's some gauze to patch it up. 
Wrap it tight, I'll give you more--you'll need it. 
But this is only temporary, my dear, 
someone will end up unwinding the First Aid. 

So the doctor called, she said there's no cure,
except for a deep, drowning sleep. 
Take these pills, my dear, 
so you can ease your crying heart. 

Your heart is dripping alcohol now. 
Drink some water to dilute the stinging pain. 
Take these pills now, my dear, 
so you can end this once and for all.