Well, I didn't catch your name
But I loved you just the same
Baby, if you're tired of feeling uninspired
Have a drink on me
It's a quarter to the hour
Your mood has gotten sour
It's hard to see the prize with blood around your eyes
I've been told
So, baby, recognize whether it's surprise or recoil
It's a burden I will carry to the grave
The way your heart can break
Your hands will start to shake
And everyone just takes and takes and takes