you dont give me much to go on
but i still play along
sure weve had our disagreements
but, hell, youre never wrong
i get the feeling that you dont care --
your care's a different kind
but my faith is like a bullet
and just about as blind
i see you nearly every day, dear
exposed in picture frames
against my will and better judgment
you cant deserve the blame
to me this kind of substance living
aint really worth a fuck
but i wouldnt want to change it, dear
cause i still thank my luck

"but what about me?
i dont really see
how things will improve"