Well I---------------------
Wasn't born yesterday
I learned my lessons the hard way
then I got cocky, and I forgot,
And had to learn it all again.

On the way I lost my resilience
I'm brittle, but I'm experienced
People see my tough exterior
And think that I don't care

But you, my friend seem to look at me with x-ray eyes
I know I shouldn't count on that, but it does feel kinda nice

Honesty sounds simple
But it's not, my dearest chum
Most people wouldn't know their own mind
If it bit them on the bum

The run around in circles
emitting bitter wails
Well, that's the way it always is
When you're chasing your fairy tail

But for all the reasons that I may have to complain
I've had good love before, and I believe I'll have it once again

So roll over, my darling
Bless me with your eyes
This sort of good fortune doesn't often happen twice

Ah-----------

A bed can be a battle ground
Where blood runs and hoarse cries sound
I've watched you writhing in your sleep
I've called you from there many times

Now does it sound peculiar
To say I love you more for your compromised past?
Well, maybe that's because
at least you're not talkin' through your arse about suffering
Yes, I know you know what it means

But for all the crazy visions that have clawed across your brain
I don't believe I've known someone so lucid or so sane

So roll over, my darling
Bless me with your eyes
This sort of good fortune doesn't often happen twice

'Cos discretion is the better part of valour
And suppression is the greater half of love, my love
Won't you listen to all those sweet nothings out there
Sound just like enterprise bargaining
More concerned with what they get than what they share
oh, yeah

We all love to scream and gibber
About how much we love each other
But close the door and run for cover
The minute someone shows their true colours
Now I'm not bitter, I'm just twisted
But people look at love like it's a shopping list
I wanna house, a spouse, a picket fence
Someone who always talks in the present tense
So it's never just me - no, always "us"
With no-one ever raising the slightest fuss
No, never a word 'bout the scratchin' clawing
Things going on behind closed doors an'
I tell you it fills my soul with claustrophobia
I tell you it fills my soul with claustrophobia

It's painful to love lucidly
In full knowledge of your vulnerability
Without the little lies we tell ourselves
To make it bearable

My confidence is shaken
My faith nearly annihilated
But for some strange reason
It feels like treason
To apply these doubts to you

So if you think you could throw your lot in
And not ask me to be what I'm not, then
I guess I could dare to hope again
I guess I could dare to hope again
Well, what else is there to do, my friend?

For you see, my darling
I've been blessed before
And that love was the price I paid
For the wisdom needed to retain it

Roll over, my darling
Bless me with your eyes
This sort of good fortune doesn't often happen

Roll over, my darling
Bless me with your eyes
This sort of good fortune doesn't often happen twice

Oh------------------
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