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Oh, I know the cracks in the ceiling
Like a cabbie knows the streets of this town
Where the plaster has crumbled from the couple upstairs
Pounding their feet on the ground
Where the paint runs off to a territory
Where it really just shouldn't be
That's a sloppy paint job
But none so sloppy as the way that you do me

I never come but it don't matter
I could be any other girl
My head planted on that pillow my eyes fixed up above
Is this what they meant when they sang "Careless Love"?

Watson sang of a woman who pummeled his heart
Her sweet love it proved untrue
I know she strayed but before she did
Did her legs lie limp as mine do?
Did she plan her escape as his gut smacked down
On her stomach so still and lifeless
Well, I'm willing to wager she was getting done
By that love that he called 'careless'.

I never come but it don't matter
I could be any other girl
My head planted on that pillow, my eyes fixed up above
Is this what they meant when they sang "Careless Love"?

Well, I stripped down my pillow and I gathered all my things
I packed that case like a bag
Took a dagger like a pen and into his oak bed
These words of warning did tag:
"If the love that you give ain't the love that you're getting,
then like the constellation move on."
These words written to be read by the next little head
That he should lay hand upon!

I won't come home and it won't matter
He could find any other girl
Her head planted on that pillow, her eyes fixed up above
Yeah, that's what they meant when they sang "Careless Love".

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from One Hundred Dollars - Forest of Tears (2008), released August 1, 2008

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