You sang of inner-city tan lines   Like shotguns in the sand   Voice as the strongest marrow   It whittled down my attention span      But I, I never said I loved you   No, I never was that cruel   Despite my innocent shouting   I never signed up to play the fool      And now a thousand Zimmermans are lonely out in the country   And I got no one's hands left to shake      Because you made me feel like I was just the flavor of the week   Like some offhand promise you never intended to keep   So take your abandoned gospel as you go marching through the rain   I'm tired of these walls and headaches and of your predictable refrains      'Cause you, you never said you loved me   No, dear, you were much too cruel   Anchored in your academic tone   You always knew when to play it cool   And now a thousand Zimmermans