She don't care, don't care for me
A burning heart worn on her sleeve
When old wounds begin to bleed
Goodnight darling, sweet dreams
On a scrap yard of broken dreams
Late at night she we'll feed
And won't rest till she's picked my bones clean
Goodnight darling, sweet dreams
I'll come back some other day
Given time she my change
Till then i've washed my hands clean
Goodnight darling, sweet dreams
