I'm walking the streets and wandering aimlessly
If only you could see or taste my sweet antipathy
Misanthropy, apathy
Penchant for negativity
I'm a dagger that fits no sheath
Tonight you won't see me

Lying alone in a beautiful lady's bed
I know she's not coming home
I wonder where she went
Sad words are on my breath
Sad thoughts are stuck inside my head

I wanna tell you what I'm doing here
I wanna tell you what I think about you, yeah
I told you once, I'll tell you twice, a thousand times before
You don't mean the same to me anymore

The city is windy, the city is cold
The city is windy and I'm here on my own
The city is windy, my lips are gettin' cold
You're out sipping whiskey, while I'm turning to stone

If only you were here and for real with me
You'd be tasting on my sweet antipathy

The city is windy, the city is cold
The city is windy and I'm here on my own
The city is windy, my lips are gettin' cold
You're out sipping whiskey, while I'm turning to stone

Turning to stone, won't ever be the same
Turning to stone, won't ever be the same, ooohh

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