Paroles: Mountain Goats, The. Standard Bitter Love Song #6.

i don't like what i've turned into

there's a hole in my chest in the spot that you wormed out through

they say it's on the mend,

but it hurts me when i bend, yeah.



and i saw you down at angie's place

that rippling smile on your perfect face

well it really doesn't suit you.

when i see it i want to shoot you, sorry.



and i don't like what you said to me.

i don't like what you said to me.

but i guess i'll have to deal with it

let the bullet hit me and i just reel with it,

isn't that right?

isn't that right?

isn't that right?

isn't that right?