Sometimes I wake up in the morning
Sometimes I dream some more
I keep my wounds without a bandage, baby
As [bad word] stumbling through the door
I spend my nights in dislocation
Talking to spirits on the floor
I think I came to find the feeling, baby
Between what was mine and what was yours

And I came to get hurt, 
might as well do your worst to me
Have [bad word] here to get hurt?
Have [bad word] to take her away from me?
Might as well do your worst to me

I think I'm going to move to California 
(it's time to move)
Mama can you say a prayer for me? 
(say a prayer for me)
I heard they don't get so low-down 
(all my friends get so low-down)
I heard they never bleed, not like we bleed

I came to get hurt,
 might as well do your worst to me
Have [bad word] here to get hurt?
Have [bad word] to take her away from me?
Might as well do your worst to me

And it gets pretty late
And the stations will change
And the things once in order now seem so strange
Once I could tell all the hurt apart from myself
Now all I can see is the need, the need...

That I came to get hurt, 
might as well do your worst to me
Have [bad word] here to get her?
Have [bad word] to take her away from me?
Might as well do your worst to me

Maybe you needed a change 
and maybe I was in the way
Maybe some things they stay and some things go away
And maybe I was mine 
and maybe you were not the same