I knew there were things you'd never tell me to my weary face
When I asked what's painting you mad and you mumbled softly into my back
That it's too big a city and too small a world
You have to be a man now and I'm just a girl
But I am a hell raiser at heart
I'm on a war path and I'll die right at the start
Because I like you best when you're not even mine
I love the battle and losing every time
You know I always feel the need to inebriate
Violently hungover on the sight of your face
And I'll get sober by mid-October
And then we won't speak and what's meant will just be
So, honey, why so blue?
Tell me verbatim