For the life of me

Well, I know you find it hard to smile, To keep your happiness in style You pass in silence in the mornin´ You know you shouldn´t ever try to ignore me. And you look to be pretty nervous Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes. So hard to identify you, Just a loser in a loser´s disguise. She don´t back down, And she won´t come around here Now there´s all this talk about dying Well I don´t get it, for the life of me. With your fingernails painted red And your eyes all ready to wed Decorated from head to toe Like a magician in a talent show. She don´t back down, And she don´t come around here. An´ there´s all this talk about dying, Well I don´t get it, for the life of me. So you´ve smoked your last cigarette Burned coldly on a train from Tibet And broke your last bottle of wine And unraveled your last ball of twine. Well, she don´t back down, She don´t come around here Now there´s all this talk about dying, Well I don´t get it, for the life of me. She don´t back down, She don´t come around here Now there´s all this talk about dying, Well I don´t get it, for the life of me. Well, I know you find it hard to smile To keep your happiness in style You pass in silence in the mornin´ You know you don´t usually ignore me. Now there´s all this talk about dying, Well, I don´t get it, for the life of me.