Please Don't Go

On the outside of your window I lie
And make all my plans for the week
I can talk all night long about those that I love
Well who's strong and who's weak

In her little black box she keeps pictures of Jesus
And the bruises she received again
In his little black box he keeps his innocence
And the tears when he said "don't go..."

But she didn't listen, did she?
"Don't go, darling, don't go"

Realizing that he didn't need her as much
As he needed fixing again
Wasn't half as hard as he thought it was gonna be
Well at least you're being honest

Don't go, but you never listen, do you?
Don't go, just go, don't go

Can you hear my voice on the telephone
Trying to feel alive again?

Finally realize that I didn't need them at all
Much less to feel alive again