She don’t care, don’t care for me
burning heart worn on her sleeve
When old wounds begin to bleed
Goodnight darling, sweet dreams

On a scrap yard of broken dreams
Late at night she we’ll feed
And won’t rest till she’s picked my bones clean
Goodnight darling, sweet dreams

 [bad word] back some other day
Given time she my change
Till then I’ve washed my hands clean
Goodnight darling, sweet dreams