I drew a picture of you
 You and your anchor tattoo
 And saw the face that I knew
 Covered in shame
 You drew a bird that was here
 kind of sweet chanticleer
 But with a terrible fear
 That the cage couldn't tame

 That's how I knew this story would break my heart
 When you wrote it
 That's how I knew this story would break my heart

 So, like a ghost in the snow
 I'm getting ready to go
 'Cause baby, that's all I know –
 How to open the door
 And though the exit is [bad word] 
 It saves [bad word] unglued
 For when you're not in the mood
 For the gloves and the canvas floor

 That's how I knew this story would break my heart
 When you wrote it
 That's how I knew this story would break my heart

 That's how I knew this story would break my heart
 When you wrote it
 That's how I knew this story would break my heart