Writer In The Dark

Break the news you’re walking out To be a good man for someone else Sorry I was never good like you Stood on my chest and kept me down Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd Did my best to exist just for you Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Now she’s gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark I am my mother’s child I’ll love you 'til my breathing stops I’ll love you 'til you call the cops on me But in our darkest hours I stumbled on a secret power I’ll find a way to be without you babe I still feel you now and then Slow like pseudo-ephedrine When you see me will you say I’ve changed I ride the subway read the signs I let the seasons change my mind I love it here since I’ve stopped needing you Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark Now she’s gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark I am my mother’s child I’ll love you 'til my breathing stops I’ll love you 'til you call the cops on me But in our darkest hours I stumbled on a secret power I’ll find a way to be without you babe I am my mother’s child I’ll love you 'til my breathing stops I’ll love you 'til you call the cops on me But in our darkest hours I stumbled on a secret power I’ll find a way to be without you babe