Song lyrics For the life of me by The Wallflowers

Well, I know you find it hard to smile,
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the morninī
You know you shouldnīt ever try to ignore me.

And you look to be pretty nervous
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes.
So hard to identify you,
Just a loser in a loserīs disguise.

She donīt back down,
And she wonīt come around here
Now thereīs all this talk about dying
Well I donīt get it, for the life of me.

With your fingernails painted red
And your eyes all ready to wed
Decorated from head to toe
Like a magician in a talent show.

She donīt back down,
And she donīt come around here.
Anī thereīs all this talk about dying,
Well I donīt get it, for the life of me.

So youīve smoked your last cigarette
Burned coldly on a train from Tibet
And broke your last bottle of wine
And unraveled your last ball of twine.

Well, she donīt back down,
She donīt come around here
Now thereīs all this talk about dying,
Well I donīt get it, for the life of me.

She donīt back down,
She donīt come around here
Now thereīs all this talk about dying,
Well I donīt get it, for the life of me.

Well, I know you find it hard to smile
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the morninī
You know you donīt usually ignore me.

Now thereīs all this talk about dying,
Well, I donīt get it, for the life of me.