Wounding Myself - Richard Thompson

I know where you lay your head down

In the dirty back alleys in town

Feeding your head with cocaine

Whiskey and lies, lies, lies

It’s like sticking a knife in my side

The way that you bottled your pride

I’m scared to see you

I’m scared to look in your eyes, eyes, eyes

Nothing makes sense about you

You friends use the past tense about you

I can’t help where life shoved you

You hurt everyone who ever loved you

And now I’m just wounding myself, wounding myself

You always wanted to know

The depths to which you could go

Did you know you’d break every promise

On the way down, down, down

And the spiders that crawl in your head

Make you say the mean words that you say

It hurts to lose you, it hurts to love you

So I’ll just say, see you around

What’s the point in despairing

What’s the point of even caring

You turned your back on everyone

Gone down like the setting sun