Once or twice to kill my pain,
and once to bring it back again,
though I never leaned so heavy on a song.
It's the losing end that will bring you down,
so broken and lonesome you won't be found,
and you pray someday you go back there again.
Because the cure is long in coming,
and it never lasts so long.
Guess a little was just a little too much to ask you for.
Maybe once or twice for the last time try,
and once to let my feelings die,
and I don't remember if we both survived.
It's the losing end that will bring you down,
so broken and lonesome you won't be found,
and you pray someday you go back there again.
Because the cure is long in coming,
and it never lasts so long.
Guess a little was just a little too much to ask you for.
Always knew you'd be going,
though I did not know just when.
So help me Lord, get me stoned again.
I see your face in the bleeding hearts that go so soon.
I see you in the wreckage of the moon.
