Bitter Tears
Stephin Merritt
Bitter tears keep me going
through the years, freely flowing
What have you done
Only a gun
could stop these bitter tears
The endless streets I walk along
you made them seem pretty
but no I dress in country songs
and wake in New York City...
I cry because it looks so good
I cry, why not, it's free
and there's nothing more interesting
than crying constantly...