These Sticks - The Afghan Whigs

From shallow breathing

A different storm begins

Misplaced your feelings?

Well, that ain’t your problem now

You thought me easy

And ripe for punishing the dead

Can’t stop the bleeding

It all starts coming round again

Tie these stick around my heart

Be here when it blows apart

This ain’t love but let’s pretend

That it’s easy, easy

To forget

In dreams you’re hunted

Around and round we go

And this is why we’re coming

And this is how you’ll know

If I seem impatient

You won’t be waiting long, my friend

Tie these stick around my heart

Be here when it blows apart

This ain’t love but let’s pretend

That it’s easy, easy

Easy, baby

Easy, baby

Easy, baby

Tie these stick around my heart

Be there when it blows apart

This ain’t love but let’s pretend

That it’s easy, easy, baby

Easy, baby

Once I fell in your remand

Spent so where I could not stand

Bent to suffer at your hand

Your command

You thought me easy

You thought me prey

I’ve come to meet you

I’ve come to make you pay