It's hard coming home to you
When you're not at home to come to
Another late night
I turn off the light
Alone at a quarter to two

It's hard getting money to last
When you like to spend it so fast
Is it diamonds and cars
Or dimes at the bar
That have drained all the mattress's mass

It's hard to tell you you're my sweet
When you're becoming friends with deceit
The heartbreak and harm
Is part of your charm
The part of me that's incomplete