Do what you like   you dont have to be nice   just pour yourself a cup of coffee   leave anytime you dont have to be right   youve gotta live the best you know how      and if you love well that should be enough   instead it turns your joy int0 sorrow   and i cant breath with the dust of retreat   im choking on the fumes of my wayward back      my women lied   she was a witch in disguise   and she dressed her wounds   in sackcloth and ashes   the children weep   at their dead mothers feet   her husbands drunk   a wolf in a sheepskin coat      and when we kissed    it didnt feel poisonous   and when you cried    i dried off your blue eyes   she smiles at me as she is falling asleep    says "we've gotta live   the best we know how to."