Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette
On a Tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip
From broken hands down to her hips
Realizing, lethargy in both her eyes
And as the sun emancipates the dawn
Her tanlines cackle with the power of the allegory.

For a man he's deeper than the sundarbans
And the whistful way that he could hold her stare
Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air
And as they fall apart in separate beds
He carves "forever" in the cheap wooden bedstead
Realize bitterness in both her eyes
And the way his words could strip
The walls she's climbing,

I worry about the way she lay
I worry worry worry
[x3]

Too much worry, worry, worry, worry.

He holds her down, everything is anguish now
With the shallowness of every breath
He waits until she is bereft
Realize nothingness in both her eyes
And the way his words have stripped
The walls she's climbing,

I worry about the way she lay
I worry worry worry
[x3]