you cried and you cried and you cried wolf   so it took me a minute to understand   that you really were hurt bad   that day you deeply cut your hand   and then that look that you gave me   sent me rushing through guilt's door   i'd already started to feel callous   like i really should care more      it was my work that kept me upright   so you called it a crutch   while i drifted off   into dreams of such and such   and by the time we'd come full circle   we knew exactly what to do   just keep looking at the triangle   instead of what it's pointing to      but you can't will yourself happy   you can't will your cunt wet   you can't keep standing at the station   pretending you're being met   you can't wear a sign that says 'yours'   when that ain't what you get      it flows and flows away from me   my love is a stream   your love is a vaudeville show   so charming and obscene   we both had our moments   we both had our fun   and then i hated to prove 'em all right   all those who said i'd run      but you can't will yourself happy   you can't will your cunt wet   you can't keep standing at the station   pretending you're being met   you can't keep wearing a sign that says 'yours'   when that ain't what you get