I used to be good for you But now I'm good for nothing, and no one Don't know where's my know-how About this strange love thing I do I sit here in silence as I watch your thoughts dirge across your face You say you feel sick, well I'm feeling sick now as I say I'm not your messiah, still I'm too much of a saint to tell you I'm tired of tip-toeing around, all around myself See I've misplaced my God And replaced it with something else I don't want to say it Cause you know if you don't say it, it's not real But I can't go in silence, cause I think and I breathe and I feel I wish you'd realize that I'm never gonna be your beck and call girl I know that I used to be good for you But now I'm good for nothing and no one Don't know where's my know-how About this strange love thing you do