i don’t mind if you treat me badly 
i don’t mind if you’ve got no love to give 
i don’t mind 
just say what’s on your mind 

you will find that the road just gets harder 
signed dotted lines will cling to you like a tax 
love is blind 
when words are hard to find 

i’ll be lonelier tomorrow 
i know it’s got to be you 
i’ve bitten off all my nails 
i know it’s got to be you 

do you want to wait 
for six years of your life to pass by? 

all the magazines are hustler 
and all the melodies sound the same 
if i let this disc go by, 
then i’ll be a monk 

and nothing else matters...