You put my picture in a box
It was the one inside your locket
What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket?
Your fingers say to come,
But your eyes say I should stop it
It was the roar of the crowd
That gave me heartache to sing.
It was a lie when they smiled
And said, “you won’t feel a thing”
And as we ran from the cops
We laughed so hard it would sting
My new baby