Dear Miss Lonelyhearts lyrics

I stumble home at an ungodly hour. I pass out lying under the shower Look at the blood. Dear me, I must have cut myself Can't for the life of me think how I cut myself Just because I'm more level headed than you Don't mean I don't feel the same way you do Even the vermin you scrape from your shoe. Even the vermin that you scrape from your shoe Dear Miss Lonelyhearts I'm more afraid than anybody else I feel more pain than anybody else tonight Tonight Bank teller slams dollar bills in my hand Bank teller slams dollar bills in my hand Bank teller slams dollar bills in my hand He speaks the kind of language I understand And it's nothing that sickness won't cure And it's nothing that sickness won't cure Stumble home at an ungodly hour. I pass out lying under the shower Look at the blood. Dear me, I must have cut myself Can't for the life of me think how I cut myself Dear Miss Lonelyhearts I'm more afraid than anybody else I feel more pain than anybody else tonight Tonight