You could mess up my life in a poem 
 Have me divorced by the time of the [bad word] 
 Theres no need to change any sentence 
 When you always decide where I go next 

 Many nights you would hide from the audience 
 When they were not in tune with your progress 
 In the end you are like the journalist 
 Who turns what you sing into business 

 You could use to be more like a hero 
 darker shade of damage distortion 
 Wearing death like a cape or a costume 
 Cut your ties and leave town when you want to 

 Killing time till I pass through the chamber 
 Or the room where you keep my replacement 
 So fed up still you're starving on paper 
 You are no him, but he's you, only better 

 Leave me an exit to damage 
 I could use a ledge to jump off of 
 I wasn't lying when I said this was over 
 I have questions that lead to more questions 
 [bad word] time that will cut off my fingers 
 You wrote about me on every new record 
 I'll show up in the title of your song 
 I only hope somebody requests it 

 Whats it like for you in Washington? 
 I've only seen photos of Washington 
 I'll never know 

 Leave me Manhattan 
 I want the evergreens 
 Write me a song 
 I can sing in my Sleep 
 As sure as the rain 
 that will fall where you stand 
 I want you and the skyline 
 These are my demands 

 What's it like for you in Washington? 
 I've only seen photos of Washington 
 I'll never know 
 No