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