Do what you like, you don't have to be nice Just pour yourself a cup of coffee Leave anytime, you don't have to be right You've gotta live the best you know how And if you love, well that should be enough Instead it turns your joy into sorrow And I can't breath, with the dust of retreat I'm choking on the fumes of my wayward back My woman lied, she was a witch in disguise And she dressed her wounds in sack cloth and ashes The children weep, at their dead mother's feet Her husband's drunk, a wolf in a sheep's skin And when we kissed, it didn't feel poisonous And when you cried, I dried off your blue eyes She smiles at me, as she is falling asleep Says, "We gotta live the best we know how to."