When I see you, I can tell the difference
Between me and you, and all of the things you said
What if they're true, and nothing else really matters
I'm not a clown and you're not a desperate lover
Pick'em all up, all of the broken pieces
Clean up the mess since you well know how to clean it
Don't you forget the ones spread across the corner
Oh, beware not to cut your goddam fingers
I'll certainly miss you when I'm dead
I'll certainly miss you when I'm dead
Pain and regrets were the most trusted answers
We would escape to all kinds of dark distractions
What is there to flee? If not our own commotions
Looking back, we're better off now it's over
I'll certainly miss you when I'm dead
I'll certainly miss you when I'm dead
I'll certainly miss you when I'm dead
I'll certainly miss you when I'm dead