I work the hardest when the sun is setting I play the numbers but I keep forgetting
My broken heart, my beating chest My blackened scars, my bated breath
My callus lungs, my empathy My tired eyes, my hopes and dreams
I don't want to work myself to death I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
I don't wanna heed my own advice I don't wanna feed my desperation
Even when the dirges start to play Maybe I'll enjoy the silence
A marble counter and a plastic ghetto A candy corset and a pink stiletto
My tangled mane, my tattered seams My tiny thoughts, my reveries
My weathered veins, my hollow frame My horoscope, my twisted fate!
I don't want to work myself to death I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
I don't wanna heed my own advice I don't wanna feed my desperation
Even when the dirges start to play Maybe I'll enjoy the silence
Breakdown: Hard Knocks felt worn as the 9-to-5 tea parties
rolled on dreamlike, everything tinted by the soft salmon
horizon guided by giant little invisible hands of
fate she prayed some far dreamer would take her
away
And when the doctor writes his last prescription He'll shake his head to stave my sad addiction
My swollen neck, my second skin My bloodied socks, my crooked chin
My wooden teeth, my splintered spine My gauze, my pain, my god, my name
I don't want to work myself to death I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
I don't wanna live my life alone I don't wanna plead with my own shadow
Baby when the hard knock life is won Do you think I'll stop forgetting?