This monument to the matron
Quick change of mood when you came in
A nervous introduction

Then we can for invincible alliance
Your growing fond of deception
All the things you forget to mention

And every indiscretion pushes me further away
Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging
I know I know id rather live with nothing

Negative maybe but I've been working on it
Progress just moves so slowly
We are growing more and more distant

We are growing more and more distant
Miss model mess hit the pavement
Young debutante formed a habit

Measures that may seem drastic
Whatever makes you feel accepted
But I'm going south for the season

With nothing but a paper back companion
And mine is the only opinion with which I'll have to agree
Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging

I know I know id rather live with nothing
Negative, maybe but I've been working on it
Progress just moves so slowly

Each and every under pass that bears the declaration
Of a dated love affair
And the number of Satan

I was educated there by the commuter station
The burdens you're bearing with
Threaten to break the back

Of the widow that weeps when she wakes
We growing more and more distant
We are growing more and more

Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging
I know I know id rather live with nothing
Negative, maybe but I've been working on it

Progress just moves so slowly