Written by: Ben Harper
sit there and call me
a liar and a cheat
i just wish you'd pin a rose on me
now you won't even
come out and take a bow
cryin' wont help you now
now your poets
have all put down their pens
the only songs to sing
are those sung again
lonely just doesn't
look good on you somehow
cryin' wont help you now
i just keep on staring
into the black eyes of the truth
we'll have to learn to live apart somehow
cryin' wont help you now