Your Favourite Joke

[Verse 1]
Find me sitting on my own examining
All the holes and imperfections in my skin
Trying to figure out exactly where you got in
And left me in the state, the state I'm in
The state I'm in, the state I'm in

[Verse 2]
No electricity or gas will heat this room
All the power in the world couldn't light this tomb
Where I exist and try to twist my bitterness around a tune
These days the only thing I dedicate to you is my wounds
Is my wounds, is my wounds

[Verse 3]
Even after loyal anger has dissolved to hurt
Leave me lying, ever crying in the broken earth
I'll still be writing songs about you that you don't deserve
'Cause I'm your favourite joke and you're my life's work
You're my life's work, you're my life's work

[Outro]
You're my life's work
You're my life's work