Handfulls of sleeping pills washed down with a bottle of wine
Couldn't stop my mind, couldn't hold me attention
From noticing the cracks, the holes in my logic
And the permanence of the things that I have done

I notice as I'm riding on a subway late at night
In the flickering light, that I have always loved
Imaginary princesses - it's a simple, [bad word] truth
That while riding high, I am Don Quixote

I am a bull in a china shop while stick-limbed, skinny, frail
I destroy all the pretty things while my body wastes away
And for my crimes they packed me up and shipped my soul away
So my fragile arms couldn't cause you and harm or any pain

[bad word] down from the sky she write a lot of nothing
But I lose my mind and spend a whole week thinking
Of all the things I never did - that last and final pomise
That I couldn't keep - couldn't make it 'cross the border

Every time I touch the phone the urge takes hold my fingers
And my words turn [bad word]  I'll make her say she loves me
Forgetting at the other end a pair of trembling fingers
Dials frantically - my imaginary girlfriend

I am a bull in a china shop while stick-limbed, skinny, frail
I destroy all the pretty things while my body wastes away
And for my crimes they packed me up and shipped my soul away
So my fragile arms couldn't cause you and harm or any pain

So forgive me for the things I've done and all I never did
And I'll try to do the same for you, I know you're just a kid