She said, "Aren't you glad that we're never at war?"   Picture me kicking in your door like the police   And then looking through your drawers   As soon as you leave, like a thief   And then picture me breaking your back   With the emotional support that I'll need   And then picture me as I laugh   With my friend at the back, she'd been deceived   And she said, "No, you don't have to worry about me,   The war is only on TV and the reporters that you see will be there next week."   But you don't have to worry yet   'Cause they'll just take it out of your cheque   Watch the news if you forget who you set free   I said, "I never had this before and the weather is so gorgeous that I agree."   I'm so happy that I'm almost bored   And if I didn't have to work, I'd go back to sleep   But then sometimes when I drink, I think of who I used to be   'Bout how I'd kill you in your sleep for hurting me   And the war was all I had, I guess that and feeling bad   And now I can't remember the words I used to sing   And I can't remember their names or their faces and other things   And my purple heart hangs from my chest   My heart and my neck, the only things that I protect   Now they're covered in cement with tar lines   Like band-aids on the streets, from the cars and from the heat   Why didn't they just fill them right the first time?   And such good food and some French wine   My beautiful baby by my side   With no money to my name   A perfect life