Sometimes I wake up in the morningSometimes I dream some moreI keep my wounds without a bandage, babyAs I come stumbling through the doorTo spend my nights in this locationTalking to spirits on the floorI think I came to find the feeling, babyBetween what was mine and what was yoursAnd I came to get herMight as well do your worst to meHave you come here to get her?Have you come to take her away from me?From me, from meMight as well do your worst to meI think I'm gonna move to CaliforniaMama, can you say a prayer for me?I heard they don't get so low downI heard they never bleedNot like we bleedI came to get herMight as well do your worst to meYeah, yeahHave you come here to get her?Have you come to take her away from me?From me, from meMight as well do your worst to meAnd it gets freelyYeah, yeahAnd the stations will changeAnd the thingsOnce in orderNow seems so strangeOnce I could tellAll the hurtApart from myselfNow all I can see is the needThe needThat I came to get herMight as well do your worst to meYeah, yeahYeah, yeahHave you come here to get her?Yeah, yeahHave you come to take her away from me?From me, from meMight as well do your worst to meAnd maybe you needed a changeAnd maybe I was in the wayMaybe some things they stayAnd some things go awayAnd maybe I was mineAnd maybe you needed a changeBut you were not the same