[Verse 1]
Poetry has no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young and I'm strong
But I feel old and tired
Over fired
And I've been stoked and poked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
[Verse 2]
You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea
No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
On the fucking phone
In your bedroom
With the mother of gloom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head
Poetry has no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young and I'm strong
But I feel old and tired
Over fired
And I've been stoked and poked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
[Verse 2]
You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea
No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
On the fucking phone
In your bedroom
With the mother of gloom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head
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