Every time I try to make lunch For anyone else, in my head I end up dreaming of you And you come to me Good morning Show me the place where he inserted the blade Or praise the Lord, burn my house I get lost, I freak out You come home and hold me tight As if it never happened at all

I became accustomed to a kind of social servitude and no one, I mean no one, could accept what I had become Selfish, bitter, weak Enough to make you sick And lately, I've been feeling there are bits of life I'm stealing Get me home

So be it, I’m your crowbar If that’s what I am so far Until you get out of this mess And I will pretend That I don’t know of your sins Until you are ready to confess But all the time, all the time I’ll know, I’ll know And you can use my skin To bury secrets in And I will settle you down And at my own suggestion I will ask no questions While I do my thing in the background But all the time, all the time I’ll know, I’ll know Baby I can't help you out While she is still around So for the time being, I'm being patient And amidst this bitterness If you'll just consider this Even if it don’t make sense all the time Give it time And when the crowd becomes your burden And you've early closed your curtain I'll wait by the backstage door