All Monster, All the Time

Ain’t gonna write you a post card,
Ain’t gonna write you a song.
I’m gonna take a ride to the liquor store,
When I get back I want you gone.
Ain’t gonna buy you pretty flowers,
Ain’t gonna buy you new clothes.
I’m gonna steal your cash card
and take my friends to the bar
and see how far your money goes.
You know my heart is screaming,
It’s hard to watch you leaving
For reasons I don’t understand.
But it’s more than I can stand
when you said that you believe
that I’m all the monster they say I am.
You ain’t gonna buy me no more whiskey,
Ain’t gonna help me come down.
You’re gonna find a guy who is high on life,
If I ever see him I’m gonna take him down.
You ain’t gonna think about me,
In my low-lit room.
You’re gonna be beautiful and rich and all that crap,
And that’s all I really want for you.
You know my heart is screaming,
It’s hard to watch you leaving
For reasons I don’t understand.
But it’s more than I can stand
when you said that you believe
that I’m all the monster they say I am.
You call it treason,
That’s why you had to leave me,
Your low-down, restless man.
I call it treason when you said that you believe
that I’m all the monster they say I am.
Well I’m all the monster they say I am.
Yeah, I’m all the monster they say I am.
Hey.