And so I'll hand you over all of me, and go. I'm talking softly because my teeth are broke; My smile is bloody. So, love, make your bed and lie down in it, too. That's where I intend to look for you. Come say you're sorry. And now, I need to hear you say it with your mouth. I'm not a man who likes to go without; I won't go hungry. Someday, I'll be good. One day, I'll be who you think I should. That "me" seems so far away; I still can't see his face. Someday, I'll be good. One day, I'll be who you think I should. That "me" seems so far away; I still can't see his face. You think I kissed you because of what you give to me... Well, it goes to show that you're not listening. My mouth's not like yours.