when you last left me, my blood was in a jar
and you kept it on your mantlepiece
I couldn't count on anyone to stand there behind me
and keep the dogs from dragging me off with them
while I slept, you crept in
and pulled the rug right out from under me
in the rain, you stole away
and took the parts that kept me functioning
now my heart will be blacker than your eyes when I'm through with you
and I said: ?This life ain't no love song.?
while I marched on blindly