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We wrung out our hearts for them, thinking it could matter;
For we loved far too much, in the space of days or hours.
Committed grave anarchy, because they justified it:
Would have sold our very souls; but inside we denied it.
We turned our colors inside out, and wore our faces backwards.
We even changed our walk for you, and took up social graces.
Nothing was quite good enough, although we bought the store out;
We thought our love was priceless, but maybe was just torrid?
We cried out countless tears and we threw ourselves away:
Nobody could comfort us, was nothing they could say.
We didn't recognize ourselves, when we'd reached the end-
We'd become so many people, we weren't even our own friend.
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