You clean the bathroom 
On your hands and on your knees 
Wearing latex gloves 
That you borrow from her 
I don’t know what you think you’re doing 
But you’re doing it for free 
Do you know even what you’re doing anymore? 
I know it’s not my business 
And I know it’s not my right 
But the expression on your face 
Looks so awkward and contrived 
But I know it’s not my business 
And I know it’s not my right 
And I don’t know what to call it, 
But I wouldn’t call it 
Oh, I’m a rising star, I’m a sinking ship 
You’re a work of art, something delicate 
You’re my mother’s son 
You’re my favorite song 
I’m the things you hide 
When you turn the lights back on 
I’m a one, or two, or three page explanation 
You’re a getaway vacation 
That I hoped would bring salvation 
It did not 
And it’s killing me 
You were the only person 
Who could understand 
The things I think inside my head 
And somehow you forgot 
I dated Audrey Hepburns 
Just to be Paul Varjack 
And I picked up all the paychecks 
But I never called them back 
I guess I wasn’t fooling anybody 
But I never knew myself 
As well as I knew how to act 
And I know it’s not my business 
And I know it’s not my right 
But you crawl into my bed 
In the middle of the night 
And you ask me not to leave you 
But you don’t ask me to stay 
And I never can say no 
When you look at me like that 
I’m a rising star, I’m a sinking ship 
You’re a work of art, something delicate 
You’re my mother’s son 
No, you’re my favorite song 
I’m the things you hide 
When you turn the lights back on 
I’m a one, or two or three page explanation 
That you wouldn’t take the time 
To give to anyone at all 
I’m a one, or two or three page explanation 
That you wouldn’t take the time 
To give to anyone 
Anyone at all 
Are you overseas now? 
With the drugs 
And all the men 
Or are you dead 
Or hiding in your loft 
Behind your papers and your pens 
Just how we met 
I never did believe a word they said 
The bluest blues 
The reddest reds 
I never did believe a word they said 
They made it up 
Even the end