What is it that I need that I don't already have? Who was there in the past that I couldn't seem to save? But will I seem so smart, me and my broken heart When I am pretending to be brave What is there up ahead that I can't already see? Startling as it seems, well, it's supposed to be Where am I going next? And if no one objects Just close the door and that'll be the end of me What is it that I lost that I don't really need Some glasses for my eyes And an hour or two of speed My hands don't blister, my hands don't bleed But I'll never be contented, repent or ever be lamented 'Til I'm planted down like rotten crops And covered up with weeds What is it that I want that I can't already taste? A damson from a tree A girl that I once chased A girl who ran away and wanted to be caught Then bade farewell to my love like some merchandise she bought Things are going up like blasphemous prayers I burned up all my paper money on those London derrieres Prayers and paper money will burn until you choke The things I should have said They were so easily left unspoken I didn't break you down You were already broken What is it that I need that I don't already have? Who was there in the past that I couldn't even see? But will I seem so smart, me and my broken heart When I am pretending to be free? When I am pretending to be free When I am pretending to be free