You've been with me   A year to the day   Three-hundred and sixty-five days   Watching me decay      We used to talk about girls who play guitars   We used to talk about plans in tiny bars      In the gaps, between words   Are the things that really intrigue me   It's the gasps and the sighs   That say more about what's inside you      We used to climb aboard our high horse every time   We used to talk about boys with missing spines      It's her life and a life is worth living   (It's her life)   It never struck her to pause for one minute   (It's her life)      The path of excess   Just led to boredom   You've lived your life   With your mouth wide open      It's her life and a life is worth living   (It's her life)   It never struck her just to pause for one minute   (It's her life)      When you lie on my bed and you label me your friend   Don't you know how much that hurts?   You could pretend and I wouldn't know   I could be who you wanted in the dark      She goes out, she gets drunk   She gets off, she goes home, she gives in   She goes out, she gets drunk   She gets off, she goes home, she gives in      It's her life and a life is worth living   (It's her life)   It never struck her just to pause for one minute   (It's her life)   And a life is worth living      We used to talk about girls who play guitar   We used to talk about girls who play guitar   We used to talk about girls who play guitar   We used to talk about girls who play guitars