Yer a diamond in the rough,
Yer the backseat of my truck
Youll learn to face the music,
With the high pitched face you have
And if you wanna get down to brass tacks
We can do that

we got handwritings on our walls, and i knew youd break my fall
into 600 pieces, or more depending on the pressure.
Hit the hay, babe. Im STILL a sight for sore eyes.
dont jinx me, just fix me until my sight is the brightest light.

you took my body and soul apart, and since yer convinced
im a prince entering rehab. relapse, tonight. this hotel is getting colder
we haven't paid in full, so we're more like eskimos now. i love your emotions
and the ones you don't have. i know yer feeling down, so just move a little further
and im sure youll feel the temperature amend.

the boy in chicago knows exactly what i know
love is the sickest thing anyone could witness
these yellow 'jackets' feel more like a garment
you must have forgot that i can be charming
dont try it, if you know you wont fit this
shade it darker and to the left.. make me similar to snow.

If you learn to love it, you might like it
you can live without me for th rest of your lives
youre a fool, now everybody's asking me
smeel sweeter now than last night, and i swear
i'll conduct your heartstrings for loves brothers