Morning grows near, oh I wish you were here,
as I toss and I turn in my bed.
I long for your touch and I miss you so much
and the silence has torn me to shreds.

But even in longing, I still feel the pronging
of misery's poisonous claws,
when in your perfection I catch my reflection
and in it my numerous flaws.

Babe, don't be afraid,
you know I love you with all of my heart.
Please listen to me,
don't let those wicked thoughts tear us apart.

You're brave and you're strong, I am timid and wrong,
you're a diamond and I am but coal.
You're the moon and the stars, I am ashes and tar,
you're a nightingale I am a mole.

Babe, don't think that way,
these are the demons that bite at your soul.
 [bad word] back to me,
you're losing your mind and you're out of control.

Well, this is my curse and it keeps getting worse
as I can't hold these bad thoughts at bay.
So I'll whine and I'll moan and I'll cry on the phone
'till I finally drive you away.

And then I will ride with my deflated pride
and the warmth of the blood in my shoe,
'till an ugly old scar and a broken guitar
will be all that reminds me of you.