Missing Fingers

Wear something red and sexy
So I will know it's you
It's been so long that I have
Forgotten what to do
Do I pick up the whole bill
Or split between the two?
And will you ever see my scars?

Tourette's is a disease
That makes you tell the truth
I have contracted it
In the last days of my youth

What about those missing fingers
That they make less of men?
Crippled in constant metal
Looked so cool on Sean Penn
If I become a cripple
What use will I be then?
I could not even play guitar?

Tourette's four-letter words
Like 'life' and 'love' and 'lust'
And at the base of it
A thick layer of trust
Your wounded heart will heal
If you don't let it rust
So love

And a little later
All of my thoughts
Are lost in the crossfire
And I'm tied in knots

I crossed my heart for you
But I got it all confused
What's a boy to do?
I find it hard
Must be hard for you
It must be hard
Must be hard
Said it's hard
Must be hard

So much for that
Well, so much for that
So much for that
So much for that
So, so, so

I'll let you go
I'll let you go
I'll let you go
I'll let you go
I'll let you go
I'll let you go