Righteous eyes on me in the supermarket

Id rather you just came out and said I told you so

A sunny afternoon lying face down on the orange carpet

I know you try to cheer me up I hope you dont

Wish l knew then that no-one truly leaves

I shouldnt have even tried

But its my pill to swallow

And you can say my bleeding heart wont beg or borrow

If it feels good to make me wrong

But dont you need some troubles of your own

To chew on

But that would be no fun

Every damn song I hear is a blunt reminder

That Ill never lead a crowd to tears again

And now I realise that the booby-prize was becoming kinder

I will let them burn me down on an open stage

At 17 youre free to show your back

God help the child when she returns

But its my pill to swallow

And you can say my bleeding heart wont beg or borrow

If it feels good to make me wrong

But dont you need some troubles of your own

To chew on

But that would be no fun