I walk away,
and only when I’m feeling lonely,
is when you make me feel so bad.
And when I’m sad I’m sinkin’,
lonely nights I get to drinkin’,
thinkin’ bout the things I used to have.
And when I’m mad with sorrow,
thinkin’ bout the time I borrowed.
Thinkin’ bout tomorrow when today I should have grabbed.
But back when I was golden,
long before the hearts I’d stolen.
Long before the soul I sold,
before these days and nights grew cold,
before these days were filled with pain,
Lord fill my mold with Novocaine.