Wounding Myself Richard Thompson

I know where you lay your head down
In the dirty black alleys of town
Feedin' your head with cocaine
Whiskey and lies, lies, lies

It’s like stickin' a knife in my side
The way that you bottled your pride
I’m scared to see you
I’m scared to look in your eyes, eyes, eyes

Oh, nothin' makes sense about you
You friends use the past tense about you
I can’t help where life shoved you
You hurt everyone who ever loved you

And now I’m just woundin' myself, woundin' myself
Now I'm just woundin' myself, woundin' myself

You always wanted to know
Just how low you could go
Did ya' know that you’d break every promise
On the way down, down, down

And the spiders that crawl in your head
Make you say the mean things that ya' said
It hurts to lose you, it hurts to love ya'
So I’ll just say, next time around